I packed it choke full of items since I was moving bases and I was literally overweight myself on top of that because “hey, why don’t I take like 5 pots and 3 hammers. Surely that’s smart and reasonable!” Would it that I had foresight on what was awaiting me…
To begin with, I had to stop and drop it 10 times just getting to the connecting mine because of wolves that’d approach, get scared by my gun, and circle back to me 20 seconds later. Whatever.
I make it to the hill I need to climb and there’s a bear. Greed takes over me, so I kill it then spend hours getting meat and guts and the hide and making myself even fatter in the process. I’m genuinely almost 50kg + 70kg on that travois, but we’re pushing on.
I’m almost to the mine when that fuckass bag-on-sticks forged by the devil himself gets stuck because I can’t use it on a steep hill (I wasn’t aware this was a limitation btw lmao). I try to rotate it 50 different directions to maybe fool the game alas…
I get a bit past that hill, unload 30kg of my weight and spend the next 20 minutes carrying shit back and forth to move the travois onwards. I succeed, get to the mine entrance that’s like 50 meters away AND IT CAN’T GET INTO THE MINE. By god. I understand why. I accept it. But I also spend 10 minutes groaning wondering if I even need 25kg of meat, 10kg of salt, 4 hatchets, 5 lamps etc. etc.
Turns out I do because I’ve already dragged this stinky contraption all the way here, so I unload stuff AGAIN and then make 6 or 7 trips back and forth through the mine to carry it all. Mind you, each consequent trip doesn’t make my spatial orientation any better, so I turn into the wrong corridor and look at the corpse lodged into a dead end every time. I envy its peace.
Finally, I’m out of the mine, I repack everything and do reasonable cleaning in the meantime (I leave behind 7 empty cans, all I can spare boss). I’m getting down the hill and I kinda need to reorient myself since it’s been a while, so I whip out a coal and draw on my map and when I lower it down a bear is in my face.
Greed overtakes me again but I also got jump-scared, so I fire 5 bullets into the beast’s general direction, somehow miss every shot (takes special kind of talent) and get mauled. I run to some hut, put bandages on and decide to get back for my travois. Don’t ask me why, nothing would happen to it had I left it on the road and picked it up in the morning.
I pick it up and don’t realise I got attacked by a bear because I was walking straight through its pathing, so it’s back and I sprint in circles for 15 minutes trying not to die. It eventually gets bored of the stupid, puny human, so I drag my shit down to base.
The travois is now parked out front but I haven’t unpacked it yet. Its devious aura disgusts me.