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iteration_lost: (hear the call of the universe)

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Name:[ITERATION LOST]
Birthdate:Jan 1
I find myself alone on a strange world, unequipped and in danger. I have no memory of how I came to be here, no sense of a before.

My Exosuit at least seems to know what it's doing, and I am not dead yet.

The crashed ship I found responds to my commands, confirming my suspicion that it belonged to me. I have repaired the damage and taken it up to space, but the cause of my crash is still a mystery. And it seems that someone has been leaving me messages.

But am I really who they were leaving messages for, or have I stumbled on some business in which I am not wanted?

The lifeforms I meet, when I can understand them, they call me Traveler, and Anomaly, and Interloper. They know without question that I am not one of them.

I am not like them.

I do not know what I am like.

The universe is infinite. Surely, I can find out.


Appearance: The Traveler appears androgynously humanoid in shape, approximately 5'4" tall, with three fingers per gloved hand and wearing what looks mostly closely like a partially-armored space suit, in shades of off-white, grey, and metallic purple. The mirrored screen of their helmet visor is opaque from the outside. Their voice is quiet. They smell of the dusts of a hundred different worlds spinning under strange skies.


(The Traveler is the player character of No Man's Sky by HelloGames. This journal was created for roleplaying purposes only, from which no profit is being made.)

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amnesia, avoiding sentinels, chill procedurally-generated sci-fi soundscapes, exploration, expressing oneself through elaborate mime, extreme weather events, gift-giving, laboriously learning new languages, not plummeting face-first into alien terrain, researching personal history, selling some shit i found in caves i guess, space travel, staying alive, stressing over inventory management tbh, trying not to piss of the locals, ultimately fleeing the pissed off locals
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