Fishing Amidst Cosmic Horrors: My Survival Diary in Once Human

The air crackled with unnatural energy as I crouched behind rusted shipping containers, my heart pounding like a war drum. Cosmic horrors twisted the sky into impossible geometries, while former humans—now feral Deviants—screeched in the distance. Survival in this hellscape demanded constant vigilance... and yet, sometimes, the most rebellious act was finding stillness. That’s how I discovered fishing. Not for leisure, but for sanity—and essential resources. Between dodging bipedal houses and battling entities that defied comprehension, casting a line became my anchor. Here’s where I learned to breathe.

🎣 9. Eternaland: The Serene Storage Paradox

After each brutal season, Eternaland welcomed me like a digital purgatory—a glorified storage unit masquerading as sanctuary. While rebuilding my arsenal, I’d wander to its shimmering lakes. The tranquility was deceptive. Fishing here was agonizingly slow, the water stubbornly withholding its treasures. But I persisted. Why? Because only Eternaland’s fish could inhabit my permanent tanks. Every sluggish tug on the line meant a sliver of life I could preserve forever. The irony wasn’t lost on me: in a world of chaos, permanence demanded infinite patience.

⚔️ 8. Blackheart Region: High Risk, Low Reward

Coordinates: 7220, 103 (Saltwater)

Venturing into Blackheart at Level 55 felt like stepping into a grinder. Monolith-infected beasts snarled from jagged cliffs, and the air tasted like ozone and decay. I fought through hordes just to reach the desolate coast. And for what? The same common fish found in safer zones! My haul after an hour:

• 3 Sardines

• 1 Mackerel

• Countless near-death experiences

Unless hunting Mystical Crates or leopards, I’d whisper to newcomers: Avoid this graveyard. Your rod isn’t worth your life.

🌿 7. Dayton Wetlands: Beginner’s Bounty

Freshwater: -5968, -5626 | Saltwater: 7751, -4928

Deadsville’s murky rivers and Petit Harbor’s salty shores became my classroom. Here, the threats were manageable—scavengers, not cosmic abominations. I learned to distinguish bait types while hauling in:

Universal bait worked wonders. Smaller catches became bait for larger predators—a brutal, efficient cycle. I’d watch electric eels flicker beneath my raft, their light a strange comfort in the swamp’s gloom.

🔥 6. Red Sands Zone: Where Danger Bites Back

Freshwater: 4991, -1711 | Saltwater: 7255, 95

North of Blackfell Oil Field, zombies lurked in derelict rigs, and mutated wolves patrolled crimson dunes. My hands shook as I cast into the Blackfell River, Crankbait secured—the only lure for prized Largemouth Black Bass. Success meant braving:

• Scorching heat

• Ambushes by Infected

• Electric Eels surging near docks

I once lost a bass to a raider’s sniper shot. Here, every catch felt stolen from death’s jaws.

🏔️ 5. Chalk Peak: High Altitude Haven

Freshwater: -178, -2200 | Saltwater: 7688, -3270

Scaling Chalk Peak’s teleporter tower was a trial—sheer cliffs, biting winds. But the summit? Peace. Mutants avoided these heights. At the northern dock, rainbow trout leaped like liquid jewels. Southeast beaches hid Longnose Gar in turquoise coves. My journal entry:

Caught: 2 Koi Carp (iridescent!), 1 Salmon, 1 Angelfish. No shots fired. Sky clear. Almost forgot the apocalypse.

Lures didn’t matter. Experimentation was the reward.

🌳 4. Iron River Zone: The Gentle Giant

Freshwater: 5680, -3073 | Saltwater: 7688, -3270

Iron River’s forests breathed calm. Riverside fishing spots neighbored teleporters—a luxury! Secret Harbor’s waters shimmered under twin moons. Common fish dominated, but sometimes, beauty was enough:

I’d picnic on mossy rocks, spoon lures glinting, until Scorcher roars echoed. Then, I’d vanish into the ferns, fish in tow.

🏆 1. Broken Delta Zone: The Fisher’s Eden

Freshwater: 4690, -6710 | Saltwater: 3486, -7256

Broken Delta was myth made real. Saltwater piers stood pristine, untouched by pirates if timed right. Freshwater docks demanded stealth, but the biodiversity! Here’s why it’s king:

That Electric Eel? It powers my base’s defenses. The Northern Pike crafted my stunning spear. One dawn, I hooked both while raiders slept. Their stunned faces when zapped? Priceless.

In 2025, as realities fray, I clutch these moments. Fishing isn’t escape—it’s defiance. Each ripple in poisoned water whispers: I’m still here. And sometimes, against all odds, I even catch dinner. 🎣

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