Thank you to whomever stole my tent and belongings for a second time in Stary Yar. I'm now free and can once again wander the land. (Yes, I've given up building a base just that quickly. It's pointless if I can't secure anything.)
Anyway, Stary Yar is long forgotten memory from a time in a different past, a time that never really happened. Perhaps I'll travel to the coast . . . I hear there's a lot happening down there.