Far Away Horse

Still haven't reached the Motherland. No end in sight. Mother Russia is calling for its Horse. One day I will find him. 3/5

I walked straight ahead for an hour, got to lvl 12, and hit an invisible wall at the end of the world. There was no indication of where Buckwild was, so I have no idea if my journey for that evasive equine was a wasted effort. The 'Save Game' feature correctly stores the location where the player is but resets lvl to zero. I think the camera perspective is a little too low to the ground too; I feel like I'm a mouse when I see how tall the grass and trees are. Bottom line: the game world is a finite square, so it's feasible to find Buck. But as it takes two hours to cross from one edge of the map to the other, it's hard to feel like progression is being made. The challenge here is not that the horse is Very Far Away, but rather that they're harder to locate than a needle in a haystack.

The horse exists. Don't give up.

I did not find the horse, but honestly I think it would probably have been disappointing to find it? I prefer that it's very far away and unknown. More here: https://www.themanequest.com/blog/2022/12/30/someone-actually-made-a-far-away-horse-game-and-you-can-play-it

can't find that mf

I love it

The search for Buckwild continues, forever scouring the expanding emptiness for meaning. I believe he is out there and like a shepherd caring for his lost sheep I must bring him back. I must locate this elusive cryptid and bring him to his home. Though in each step I feel his presence drawing nearer, in each breath I feel his life draining. I must find him else he becomes lost forever. Wading through the tall grass, I approach the trees, yet these trees are not like any tree to be seen before. These trees tower over man kind and guard the emptiness beyond. If only I had their vision for then I too could probe the landscape. The trees so tall, even the birds don't perch in the warm comfort of their leaves, stand proud above me, mocking me and my inability to find my lost mount. Each time I close my eyes I imagine my destrier alone in the wilderness, wandering, scared, hungry and cold. The warm rays of the sun offer little comfort when confronted with the possibility that my colt may never be found again. I dream that I may take too long to trace my elusive steed and that, when I do at last find him, I will have traced a nag, a mere shadow of his once majestic beauty. I feel the clock ticking and the time pressuring me to retrieve my lost friend, yet I fear that time will beat me to my destination. The search is long and tiring, everlasting nearly but I have a duty to care for my dobbin. Each minute I am away from him I feel a sense of dread that I may never uncover the mystery of his disappearance. Like a father, I will hunt for my son until all my energy is depleted, then when all is spent, I will double and revitalise my efforts. I shall not rest until I am certain in the safety of my child. I will use all methods available to me to retrieve my precious stallion and if anyone even attempts to mention stopping me, I will summon the hoards of Genghis Khan upon them. Selling my soul is well within the capabilities of the strength of this bond for I will do whatever it takes and more to find this rare specimen of ungulate. I will find him if it takes me longer than time itself.