Day 1: Built a shelter. It’s technically a tarp on a stick, but I’m calling it home. Fought some cannibals. Ate a leg by accident. Am I a cannibal too?

Day 3: Scared myself with a raccoon head. Ate rotten meat by accident. Fought more cannibals. They brought friends this time.

Day 6: Found a cave. Almost went in. Didn’t. Sat outside for an hour rethinking life. Finally went in. Cried a little. Saw something that looked like a human pretzel screaming at me. Cried more. Ran.

Day 10: Found a shovel. Dug up an entire beach out of paranoia. Ate something by accident.

Day 12: Met Virginia. She has three legs, three arms, zero words, and somehow more emotional depth than I’ll ever have. Gave her a GPS tracker. She dances. I cry.

Day 14: Cannibals stopped attacking. I think they’re scared of Virginia. So am I.

Day 17: Went into another cave. Saw… something. Still not sure what. Left immediately. Proud of myself for not screaming out loud this time.

Day 18: Was eating things by accident during the whole day.

Day 20: Found a bunker. Crafted armor. Found a flashlight. Feel invincible now.

Day 21: Does Virginia have two vаginаs?

Day 23: Found a katana. Forgot I had a shotgun. Fought 12 cannibals with a sword like it was an anime. Lived. Barely.

Day ???: I no longer count days. Time is a blur. Virginia is dancing by the fire again. I still have no answers. Only fear.

Final thoughts: Amazing game. A+ survival horror. Would get emotionally attached to a silent mutant ballerina again.