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Don't Starve: A Diary Of My First Death
One dark and stormy night, a mysterious voice drifted through my laboratory, bidding me to build a machine for purposes I could not possibly fathom. Being a man of science, I succumbed to my curiosity and built the device as instructed. Powering it on, I found myself transported to a dark and twisted world, surrounded by unknown landscapes and unimaginable dangers. I'm lost and confused, but my task is a simple one: Don't Starve.
I awoke in a field that, at first glance, appeared perfectly normal. Still, there was a gloom hanging over the land, making the air thick with foreboding.
Scientist that I am, I decided to investigate my surroundings, examining every rock, every tuft of grass, every towering tree, rabbit hole and butterfly. I tried to subdue the local wildlife with my hands, feeling hunger already taking its toll. The rabbits were too quick and the birds easily avoided my mad swipes. Berries and carrots, though, proved far easier game for my limited survival skills and, for a time, they sustained me.
With night approaching, I managed to fashion a torch out of some old twigs and a bushel of weeds. The torch got me through the darkness, which passed without incident. I thought, foolishly, that perhaps this alien land would be more hospitable as I gained my bearings and learned its ways.
I’d managed to construct an ax and, with it, I began the process of cutting down trees. I had fashioned a suit out of straw, too, and managed to cobble together a makeshift pick. According to these bizarre clues left by an unknown source, I am confident that I can craft a spear out of wood and what appears to be a gleaming ore. A spear might improve my chances of hunting, and fresh meat would serve as a hearty substitute for my dwindling supply of carrots and berries.
In my wanderings, I came across a curious hole in the ground, far too big for any rabbit and lined with glistening teeth. Perhaps hoping for a swift end to my lonely isolation or perhaps merely overpowered once again by my morbid curiosity, I plunged headlong into the hole.
Exiting the hole, I found myself spat out onto an entirely new world, this one far darker and more terrifying than the first. I was immediately set upon by a wild creature, its eyes bulging and its fangs gnashing as it pursued me. I did not know how long my suit of straw armor would last against its gnarled claws, but I was certain that I did not wish to find out. With barely a second look at this new and cruel world, I leapt once more into the wormhole's gaping maw and found myself transported back to whence I came.
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