located somewhere north of northern somewhere, Z takes refuge in a tiny cabin doing absolutely nothing. outside of the cabin, they try miserably to hunt reindeer and harvest non-poisonous berries. even gathering water to boil is a hassle. Z always manages to become caught in their own traps, being subjected to the harsh elements for several days before deus ex machina assists in their escape. Z is a common target for bears, and lone hungry stragglers who have become desperate and lost. they are a big coward, and retreats from every encounter. come nightfall, the threats end up as victims to each other while Z looks on. during quieter nights, they create their own star maps. horrible, horrible, star maps that will find you several degrees off of your desired path, to which you are eternally doomed. at least, that is what is assumed. Z has never attempted to travel with their own star map.
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