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I'm able to quickly scavenge soda, candy bars and a few cans of food from the ice fishing lodges dotting the lake. Along the shoulder I find a backpack, and inside a can of peaches.īut without a can opener I can't eat. Over where I'd seen the buck the previous day I discover there's an access road. I leap out of bed, and move as quickly as I'm able back down the hill. My condition has fallen from the mid 80s to the high 20s. Without much else to do, safely, in the middle of the night I click on the bunk bed and sleep for eight hours. When I'm not shivering my body is better able to propel itself forward. As I warm up, I begin to burn fewer calories. In my survival menu I notice something interesting.

After three attempts, and after using up a quarter of my matches, I've got a fire going. Back up the hill to the lookout I scour the room again.

#MAP OF THE LONG DARK HOW TO#

After hitting the Tab key and bringing up my survival menu I figure out how to forage for wood, but the only thing I can find is more tinder. But the logs are too large for me to bring back up the hill. I need to start a fire and fast.īack down the hill, broken ankle and all, to the piles of lumber. Inside I'm no warmer, and my condition is still falling past 80 percent. Inside I find a compression bandage and add it to my inventory. There's a potbelly stove, some tinder and a first aid kit. I climb the tower, open the door and find it deserted. My camera begins to bob in a syncopated rhythm with my broken gait.Īt the top of the hill is a forestry lookout, another named location. I had been running and one of the sections of the eroded path tripped me up. Sections of it seems to be falling down the hillside, taking bits of the fencing with it.īefore I know it I've sprained my ankle. There's a wooden fence along the border telling me that I'm somewhere relatively civilized. The path winds up a steep hill, switching back on itself. I head straight for it, surveying the piles of lumber as I go. Directly in front of me is a path leading up. To my left is a large buck skimming the treeline. About 300 yards away I can see another wolf prowling and make a note to steer clear of him. A title card pops up: 'Clearcut.' Apparently the map in The Long Dark is static, or at least certain locations are. Like my last life I'm on the side of a hill, but the trees are closer together here and a thin, rocky chute leads down and away.Īs I walk the chute opens up into an area of the forest that's been logged. I actually find myself hitting the ‘O' button, the many hours spent in the Arma engine checking the time proving completely useless here. The shadows are long, but without a compass I can't tell which direction they're pointing. My screen is filled with flashes of its jaws, green eyes bearing down on me.

The wolf pounces, pins me to the ground and I'm struggling with the foreign controls trying to roll away. In the distance there's a dark shape moving. Moving downhill I'm hoping to find a clearing, a boulder, anything as a point of reference. But the wind is so fierce I have to go into the game settings just so I can hear myself talk. I hear my character's voice in my ears, urging me to find shelter. I wait a moment to see if they'll be swallowed up by the blizzard falling all around me, but it seems as if the tree cover is preventing them from being swept away. The only point of reference is my own footsteps. I walk a few steps and then turn around to get my bearings.

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There must be a full moon, but the diffuse light is having trouble making it through the low clouds. The only thing I can see is the breath in front of my face and a half dozen tall pine trees around me. These are my first three lives in The Long Dark. And my song is lost amid the howling winds of a massive, empty and utterly deadly world. When I first heard about The Long Dark, a survival game set in the Canadian wilderness, I was doubtful that a single player game could be as gripping as one filled with dozens of crazed monsters out for blood, let alone one without zombies.īut after just a little more than one hour with the game last night I'm singing a different tune. Over the years I've spent, by conservative estimates, around 400 hours in the post apocalyptic world of DayZ.

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