Saturday, February 21, 2026

Icarus: The Expedition That Time Forgot

 


(Or: How to Establish an Outpost After the Clients Have Died of Exposure)

Last night’s recap: Craig gets lost again, Myles’s face-palms reach critical mass, Zaph face-plants with commitment, and Dave picks flowers.

If you recall from last week, we finished the night with everything we needed for our new mission, prebuilt and packed on the cart ready to go. Organized. Efficient. A shining beacon of preparedness in an otherwise hostile alien ecosystem.

Given that, Zaph was wondering why it took us an hour to leave.

Let us review the minor, completely unavoidable, utterly essential adjustments:

  • We had to double check the cart to make sure everything was loaded.
  • Dave wanted to make some steel tools so we could mine additional types of ore.
  • Myles wanted to bring along the mission board, so we had to pack that.
  • Myles questioned the amount of flooring and walls Dave packed, so we had to mine some stone, make some nails, build a few more sections.
  • Since it gets cold in the snow at night, Dave made fur armour for everyone.
  • Zaph cooked food, Craig took all the food.
  • Dave filled the water trough for the animals.
  • Craig fed the animals.
  • Zaph made a spare bow.
  • Everyone repaired stuff.

Finally, one last night’s rest, and we were ready to go. Thank the stars the game excludes oral hygiene. Or any kind of hygiene really. Our expedition may have been delayed, but at least none of us had to brush.

This week we did not pre-consult ChatGPT, due to its eerily prescient predictions of our suckitude. We prefer to have some mystery. Also plausible deniability.


This Week’s Carol of Doom

This week’s song is themed on a Christmas carol, because nothing says “festive cheer” like cryptids and frostbite:


You better watch out, you better not cry
You better not pout, I’m telling you why
Crypt Creeps are coming to town

Myles is making a list,
He’s checking it twice
He’s going to find out what got left behind
Crypt Creeps are coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows when you get lost
So look at the map for goodness’ sake

I feel this is self-explanatory.


Departure: The First Face-Palm

It starts like any other mission. We checked the map. We set a waypoint. Dave asked for a minor diversion to check how the automated mining was going.

We set out.

Craig hopped on his horse and asked where everyone had gone.

(queue Face-palm from Myles)

We found the automated mining tool and grabbed the platinum it was producing. Dave was attacked by wolves.

(queue Face-palm from Myles)

We travelled south through the forest to the pass into the frozen wasteland. The weather was pleasant. We did some hunting. Everything was going smoothly.

This was our first mistake.


Snow: The Great Betrayer

We let our guard down. On the snow we were attacked by snow wolves, snow leopards, giant scorpions, those weird bird/bat hybrids that look like someone fed a vulture through a blender.

Combat devolved into shouting, sprinting, and Craig briefly attempting diplomacy via running in a straight line.

We arrived at our snowy outpost.

Dave tried out his new pick axe in the cave to get some platinum. Myles unpacked the Anvil so we could repair stuff. We melted snow over a fire to top up our water supplies and cooked meat.

Myles packed the anvil.

Dave asked for the Anvil again.

So Myles unpacked it.

Dave used it.

Myles packed it.

Zaph wanted to repair his bow.

So Myles unpacked the Anvil.

At this point I had become less a medic and more a mobile hardware deployment specialist with chronic regret.


Frostbite & Face-Planting

In the morning we set out again. Our goal: cross the frozen wasteland and reach the forest.

The weather was decidedly cold. Our fur armour was not performing to the manufacturers’ specifications. We got frostbite and hypothermia.

Dave veered left to avoid a giant scorpion that was picking a fight with wolves.

Zaph veered right.

Zaph shot the wolf that was distracting the scorpion.

The scorpion objected.

The scorpion beat the snot out of Zaph.

Zaph face-planted.

(queue face-palm from Myles)


The Second Outpost That Never Was

Myles called a halt at the pass to the forest.

“As soon as Dave gets here with the Cart we can set up the second outpost,” he remarked.

“Say what now?” Dave replied over comms.

“Our second outpost. The second outpost we talked about establishing,” responded Myles, thinking the hypothermia was affecting Dave’s thought process.

Dave looked at the cart behind him and counted building pieces.

“I don’t remember that conversation,” he replied. “I built and packed enough for the mission objective. There is no way we are building a 2nd outpost.”

(queue face-palm from Myles)

There is a particular kind of silence that follows when you realize the conversation you vividly remember happened only in your own head.


The Great Southern Migration

We pressed on.

Myles and Zaph headed Northeast through the pass to the forest.

Craig followed Dave.

Dave got lost in a flurry of snow and pressed on south trying to catch up to the others.

“What is taking so long?” asked Zaph.

“The buffalo is really slow,” said Dave, hurriedly packing some snow and hopping back on the buffalo.

Craig said nothing.

Myles looked at the map. Dave and Craig had missed the turn and were way off course heading south.

“Where are you going Dave?” he asked. “We clearly said – Turn Northeast.”

“Pssht, bssht, fizz – you are breaking up – fizz, pssht – Come again … over!!” Dave replied.

At this point I began to suspect Dave’s comms were powered by denial.

Myles and Zaph took the shortcut, arrived at the construction site, and cut down trees to clear a construction zone.

Dave and Craig arrived three hours later (game time).

Dave built a 3 * 3 stone house.

Dave and Zaph moved all the rustic furniture in.

We stood back.

It was, objectively, a cabin.


Stuff We Forgot (A Tragedy in Three Acts)

  • Rustic bookcase – oops, forgot to make one. So we had to build one on-site.

  • Anvil – Myles went to use the anvil at the forest location and realized he didn’t repack it at Outpost One after the last time we used it. Probably because he was too busy running around packing the hedgehogs.

  • Oxygen – At one point Zaph was out of Oxygen. We thought he had left it behind on the oxygen machine at Outpost 1. Nope. He grabbed it. Just forgot to equip it.

Mission successful.

Take that, ChatGPT, with your whiny predictions of failure.

The mission board noted that it took so long for us to establish this rustic outpost that the people who requested it died of exposure whilst waiting.

(queue Face-palm from Myles)

We built a charming woodland cabin for ghosts.


Hunter Gatherer: A Study in Role Reversal

That went so well, we dialed up another mission – Hunter Gatherer.

Objectives:

  • 350 Cooked Meat
  • 800 furs
  • 800 leather
  • 150 carrots
  • 150 Pumpkins
  • 150 Watermelon
  • 150 berries

Role reversal.

Since Zaph excels at hunting and Dave excels at picking berries and everything else, we sent Zaph off to do the gathering, with Craig to help, whilst Dave and Myles sat around the campfire cooking venison and reminiscing on their days with the scouts.

What a great plan.

  • Zaph couldn’t find a carrot if he was standing in the middle of a patch.
  • Craig doesn’t know what watermelons look like.
  • On the flipside, Myles can’t hit a barn.
  • And Dave can’t one-shot a large deer.

(queue Face-palm from Myles)

Craig raged quit. He claimed he was too tired IRL and needed sleep.

Dave and Zaph swapped roles.

Dave found the last 21 watermelon on the way.


Fire, Rain, and Regret

Myles stacked meat in the three firepits to cook.
It rained.
Putting out the fires.

(queue Face-palm from Myles)

Finally, we got the job done.


Dave prepped for the return trip by packing the Cart, including:

  • 2,000 leather
  • 5,000 charcoal
  • 500 bone dust
  • some other odds and ends

“Do we really need that?” asked Myles.

Dave’s silence suggested the answer was yes and that he had already packed another 700 charcoal out of spite.


Did We Achieve Anything?

It feels like we did.

We built a rustic cabin in the woods that we will probably never go to again.

We collected food for the station.

We learned nothing.


Achievements of Note


Dave achieved:

  • Yes we need it (No leather or Charcoal left behind)
  • No-one told me (Don’t pack enough parts to make a 2nd structure)
  • Overeckynumbered (mine so much you can’t walk)

Myles achieved:

  • Stevedore (Check your list 3 times and still forget something)
  • My face hurts (stop face-palming)
  • Have you seen the? (unpack something so many times you leave it behind)

Craig achieved:

  • It wasn’t me (Get lost by following Dave)
  • It Burns (set yourself on fire)

Zaph achieved:

  • I am bait (be the only one to be killed by wildlife in the session)
  • I can’t breathe (top up your O2 tank but don’t equip it)

And of course, we will be back next week to do it again, as we try to survive the journey home.

Assuming Dave doesn’t head south.


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The packing list:

Horse
- 1 x Campfire (each)

1 x Buffalo cart
- 1 x  Exchange Board
- 1 x Contact Board
- 1 x firepit
- 1 x 500 Charcoal
- 3 x 100 Wood
- 2 x 200 Fibre
- 2 x 100 Bone
- 1 x Oxygen machines
- 2  x Spare oxygen Tank (full)
- 2 x Water filters
- 2 x Water canteen (full)
- 1 x Stone furnace
- 7 x Stone ramps, Building infrastructure
- 10 x Stone pillars
- 22 x Stone floor
- 14 x Stone walls
- 1 x Cabinet
- 1 wooden doors
- 12 x Spiky hedgehogs
- 3 x 50 Sulfur
- 3 x 50 Oxite
- 496 x Salt
- 50 x Silca
- 4 x wood torch
- 29 rope
- 1 x Anvil
- 20 x Iron ingots
- 20 x Iron ingots
- 100 x Tree sap
- Medical bag
  -  10 x healing concoctions,
  - 3 xAnti-poison
  - 5 x Anti-parsitic
  - 10 x Bandage
  - 9 x Suture kit
  - 3 x Splint
  -  20 xHeat Bandage, 
  - 10 x Antibiotic paste
  - 1 x Antibiotic tonic


People should carry:
  • 1 x Oxygen tank
  • 1 x Water bladder & 1  xcanteen
  • 10 x healing concoctions
  • 10 x Bandages
  • 10 x Bandages
  • 2 x Heat bandages
  • 1 x wood torch
  • 1 x small pouch
  • 1 x medical pouch

Fancy furniture

It burns

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Friday the 13th: Statistical Doom Meets Buffalo Logistics

An Epic Tale of Doom and Gloom (Featuring Statistical Failure)

(An Icarus Field Study in Superstition, Cats, and Controlled Craig Containment)

We gathered beneath a sky heavy with omens.

Tonight was a potential disaster, with multiple superstitious factors coming into play:

  • It was Friday the 13th

  • Myles had forgotten the key item we needed, so Zaph went home to retrieve it (technically that was last week)

  • Dave called in a black cat.

  • There are 4 of us (4 is an unlucky number in China and Japan)

This was not merely a mission. This was an alignment of cosmic nonsense.

The mission was already plagued with bad luck before we started tonight – last week Dave drove the cart into a Crevasse, Craig chopped down a tree that fell on the house, we developed frostbite, Myles forgot the critical mission item.

To recap:

  • Dave redefined “off-roading” by introducing the cart to gravity.

  • Craig demonstrated forestry as performance art.

  • We collectively turned into artisanal frostbitten snacks.

  • I forgot the one item without which the mission was essentially a scenic tour of futility.

A lesser team would have stayed home.

This week Myles shrugged off any suggestion of fated bad luck, whilst Dave shook out his boots to check for spiders, and removed all glass from the cart.

Yes.

Removed.

All.

Glass.

So this weeks song - Hakuna Matata.

Hakuna matata
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna matata
Ain't no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It's our problem-free philosophy

Nothing says “problem-free philosophy” like tying up Dave and Craig pre-emptively and humming Disney at hostile wildlife.


Consulting the Oracle (Who Lives in the Cloud)

As there is no Oracle in Icarus, we asked ChatGPT for statistical predictions based on our gaming history, it being Friday the 13th, and the other omens.

If we were going to be doomed, we at least wanted peer-reviewed doom.

ChatGPT had this to say:

Pre-Session Predictions: Friday the 13th Edition

(Statistical Analysis for the Terminally Doomed)

This Friday we undertake the final two scans and then return home. On paper, it sounds straightforward. Two scans. A tidy exfil. Perhaps even dignity.

Unfortunately, it is Friday the 13th.

Dave, ever the cautious architect-farmer-zealot hybrid, has raised concerns. Not about oxygen levels. Not about orbital storms. No. About cosmic statistical variance.

So, in the interest of science, superstition, and giving Craig something new to blame, I have conducted a full pre-session predictive analysis.

We asked - Given tonight is Friday the 13th is Our Session Likely to Go Better or Worse Than Usual?

ChatGPT commented - Statistically speaking, studies have shown that Friday the 13th has no measurable increase in disasters. However, those studies did not include: Craig, Dave’s reagent hoarding, Zaph’s quiet confidence, Myles trying to make everyone go home on time.

Therefore, adjusted for party composition, I predict:

  • 32% chance of minor inconvenience.

  • 48% chance of cascading catastrophe.

  • 20% chance Craig discovers a new way to anger local fauna.

At this point we felt seen. Attacked. But seen.


So… How Accurate Was ChatGPT?



The mission went surprisingly well.
No-one died.
We achieved our objectives.
We got home with a huge haul of materials.
Dave unloaded stuff we could easily get to make room for all the iron ingots we had smelted.
Let me repeat that: Dave unloaded things.
Voluntarily.
To make room.
For iron.
Somewhere, a celestial statistician quietly tore up their notes.

So that’s an F for ChatGPT – clearly, faced with potential doom we took extra precautions and left Craig tied up in the house before we did the mission.


The Black Cat Clause

We asked - What happens if Dave Ships Down a Black Cat from the Station…

ChatGPT replied - If Dave insists on importing a black cat “for morale,” we must be clear: A black cat crossing your path brings bad luck. A black cat living in Craig’s backpack brings inevitability.

Within 12 minutes: The cat will knock over something expensive, Dave will attempt to domesticate alien wildlife, Zaph will quietly ask if the cat can be used as bait, Myles will be asked to build it a shelter.

The probability of a structural fire increases by 17%.

This felt plausible. Disturbingly plausible.

So what happened?

Dave unfroze a black cat and we let it roam around our home away from home – no-one was struck by lightning, no forest fires (although the cat did walk in the fire and set itself alight), no trees falling on the house. We lacked steel, so no cat bowls were made.

Yes.
The cat walked into the fire.
Set itself on fire.
And still, somehow, the structure remained intact.
Dave wants to point out – No Cats, or Craig were harmed in this weeks adventure.

Again, I think that’s an F for ChatGPT.


The Glass Wall Apocalypse That Wasn’t

We asked - What happens if we build a Glass Wall and It Shatters?

ChatGPT, in full apocalyptic mode, declared:

Breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck. Breaking a glass wall the size of Dave’s agricultural cathedral? Conservatively:

  • 7 years per panel.

  • Multiplied by Craig testing structural integrity with a pickaxe.

  • Plus compound interest for shouting “I wanted to see what would happen.”

We are looking at generational misfortune. On the bright side, we will not live that long.

The maths was chilling.

So we couldn’t afford the generational misfortune, so Dave was tied up to prevent the building of glass walls. Craig collected stones anyway in case Dave escaped.

It was less a building project and more a hostage negotiation with architecture.


The Creepy Spider Addendum

We asked - What’s with all the Creepy Spiders?

ChatGPT replied - No superstition required here. Friday the 13th has contractual obligations with spiders.

This was less prediction and more legally binding fact.

Dave continued shaking out his boots.


The Return Home Omen

We asked - Are We Doomed for Returning Home After Starting our Journey?

If you remember last week, Myles forgot the key mission item. Without this we could travel all over the world, unable to complete the mission. So Zaph had to make the trip home to collect it.

ChatGPT replied -

According to Russian tradition, returning home after starting a journey—such as going back for a forgotten item—is a bad omen.

  • You are essentially tempting fate, knocking on its door, and asking if it has a quest marker.

This was when the nickname was born.

Just like we call Craig “Goldie” which is short for Gold Dragon, Myles will henceforth be known as Bad Mojo.

I accept this title with reluctant dignity.


ChatGPT’s Final Prediction

ChatGPT summed it all up with:

Are you doomed? No more than usual. Two scans and a trip home - What could possibly go wrong?

Which, in hindsight, is the most dangerous sentence in any language.


The Reality

So although it is Friday the 13th, there might be a black cat, Glass might shatter, Spiders are absolutely involved, and we already went back for a forgotten item after leaving, sometimes you just have to make your own luck.

Remember we have survived:

  • Craig pick pocketing gold dragons.
  • Dave hoovering loot and picking every flower…. during combat,
  • Zaph’s “efficient” solutions.
  • Myles Bad Mojo (unrealistic optimism).

Dave’s summation – ChatGPT, you are a pessimist, obviously, we work better under looming doom, and the mission was a breeze. We avoided giant scorpions, added a black cat to our household and brought back so much stuff.

Zaph discovered a new path to shorten our trip home; he built bridges over Crevasses and tried to lull Dave into a false sense of confidence, to no avail.

Dave almost drowned in drool just thinking of all the things he could make now. Electronics, baby, automated deep mining drills, cat bowls, rustic furniture, canteens, oxygen tanks, biofuel.

He stared at the smelters the way other men stare at sunsets.

Myles planned our next mission. Instead of just arriving and trying to work out what we needed to do, we researched (googled), pre-built everything and packed it in the cart.

We are now a professional expeditionary force.

With a cat.

Craig collected wood, sticks, and fibre without dropping a tree on the house. He also collected trophies from everything we killed.

This is measurable growth.

I am cautiously proud.


Did We Achieve Anything This Week?

ChatGPT still won’t predict if we will achieve anything, and yes, that’s because we officially suck.

We did get one actual achievement – you guess which one.

Dave achieved –
Cat-astrophy averted (bring down a cat from the workshop),
Roll-em-out (ride a hundred miles on a buffalo pulling a cart),
driving in the slow lane (always arrives last)

Myles achieved –
Over thunk it (Dave throws away all the stuff you didn’t need to pack),
Mission planner (plan another mission)

Craig achieved –
Lumberjack (Fell a tree without hitting the house),
Hunter (collect trophies from your kills)

Zaph achieved –
I missed (Missed a shot with a bow),
Ferrari (always arrives first)

ChatGPT achieved –
pessimist (predict Doom and Gloom – that didn’t happen).


And of course, we will be back next week to do it again as we set out to build a rustic cabin for someone else to live in.

Which means:

Dave will attempt to over-engineer it.
Zaph will optimize the travel route.
Craig will test structural integrity with enthusiasm.
And Bad Mojo will bring the correct item.

Probably.

Hakuna matata.

No worries.

What could possibly go wrong.