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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.
Night was nearly upon me, but I was also mad with hunger, and so sought out the largest collection of rocks I could find while the sun still gave me light by which to work. To eat, I must hunt. To hunt, I must craft a spear. To craft a spear, I must find that mysterious ore and, to find that ore, I am convinced that I must dig for it.
The world was different now, as if some part of that madness from the other side of the hole had followed me back. Darkness set in before I could build my fire and, in that briefest of moments, a howl exploded in the night and I was torn with agony. Something had attacked me, but I blindly built my fire and breathed a sigh of relief as the light pushed back the shadows.
To my dismay, I discovered that I was no longer alone. In the shadows, just out of reach of my fire's meager light, hungry eyes watcedh me from the darkness. More eyes appeared as I chipped away at the surrounding rocks, quickly feeding my fire each time the light began to flicker, threatening to leave me to the eyes and whatever monstrosities they belong to.
Finally, daylight came, and I was once again alone in this world.
I feel my mind is slipping...
The creatures that hunted me in the night, I swear they are with me still in the daylight, lurking just on the fringes of my reality. They are lurking shapes, like ghosts, yet I know these ghosts have teeth. Teeth that, in the darkness, will find me.
My search for supplies, shelter or another living soul have proven fruitless. My stomach screams with hunger, my wounds from the night before still smart, and I am still lost; utterly lost in this waking hell.
Night will be upon me soon, and still I run. I run and I run and I run, hoping to find something of use. Something that will help me survive.
I manage to build a fire before the final rays of the sun’s warming light depart, leaving me once again to the horrific sounds and staring eyes in the darkness. I haven’t enough fuel to keep my fire burning through the night and, as it finally shrinks to nothingness, I fall back on a trusty torch, using its miniscule flame to guide me forward.
In my desperation, I begin lighting trees on fire to push back the monsters which hunt me. But I am a fool…I have set the surrounding brush ablaze and, with it, my human flesh.
I burn without screaming, suddenly aware that this is the end. At least the monsters will enjoy a warm meal.