Don't Starve - Wilson's Journal - Week 2

Day 8 

I find myself revitalized despite being sleep deprived. A good meal has breathed some life back into me. I spend the day chopping down the surrounding forest and building back up my resource stock so that I may start researching new technologies. I find that wood may be one of the most vital resources I can gather at this point on account of it's versatility in crafting, so I chop my day away. That is, until, ONE OF THE TREES SPROUTED LEGS AND WALKED AFTER ME! I was horrified! I staggered back - waited for it's strike - riposted in and swiped a few times with my trusty ax - and backed off. He got me a few times with his wicked branches but in the end I prevailed. I HAVE KILLED THE LIVING TREE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE! Science 1 - Nature 0. I will not be thwarted this day. He was helpful enough in his death to provide me with more wood for my troubles. With each burning log I will remember this victory.

I spend the rest of my day tending to my wounds. Just when I thought I wasn't in danger - 3 frogs attacked me out of the brush. I fended them off in fear of my life, and conquered the foes one by one. Badly injured, I settle in by the fire and lick my wounds. Maybe i'll try and fortify the camp tomorrow... Maybe.




I feel eyes watching me from the darkness all night long. Between my recent attack, loss of friends, and lack of sleep, I feel myself slipping into a state of delirium. I use what little brush I have left and bind it with rope making a small bedroll. Despite a horrible day, I fall immediately into a deep sleep.

Day 9  

I don't feel much better after a nights rest. I realize that my bedroll has been destroyed, which I can only attribute to the violent nightmares I had. I must have thrashed the poor thing to bits in a fit of flailing about during my slumber. I dreamt of the living tree attacking me, the foul creature. I awoke to a frog attack almost immediately. I groggily struggled to fend them off in my morning stupor.



I decided that despite setting up a permanent camp with some crops, this was far too dangerous of an area for me to reside without my pig friends. I'm going to go south and settle among the bees as I had the notion of before. I think I can succeed where the other adventurer failed in living among these creatures. Plus, I will be closer to the yak beasts I have grown so fond of. At least I can take a small comfort in that notion. I set up a temporary fire pit and think about my next move. I know i'll need to go back to my other camp and retrieve some of the things there. The ring thing in particular catches my thought - since I haven't had time to examine it. I doubt i'll go back for it tomorrow. There is much to do in order to make my new plot hospitable. I'm in no hurry to be attacked again. I cook as I think - roasting berries and carrots from the surrounding area. I was hoping to be past living off the land in this manner by now.. but I suppose that's where I am.

Day 10

I awake without incident. I decide I'm going to need rocks to rebuild a more proper living area so I set forth to find a quarry in which to harvest. I spend the day collecting wood and tending to my only source of comfort - the yak heard. I find that i'm quite hungry so I take some time to pick what few berries and dig up what few carrots I come across. Returning to my new favored plot of land, I return to settle in.


I start again by building a more permanent fire pit. I roast my spoils of the day on it's open flame and till the land around me for tomorrow's hopeful farming venture. I feel as though i'm back at square 1. At least this time I don't feel threatened by my surroundings as I did before. At least, not yet. Maybe i'm just being paranoid. Or maybe this place has finally taken hold of me. I need to be more careful. I need to protect myself. Maybe tomorrow I will also research a proper weapon.

Day 11 

I spent all night tilling the land and prepping for today's crop set-up. I was able to manage 4 farms before depleting my resources. I'm happy with this progress because it means another form of semi-permanence (if that's something to relish).

I was attacked by 2 beasts as I examined my newly found farms. The dangers of this place are becoming too much to handle. I evaded one which tired and retreated, and brandished my ax at the other. I was able to strike the monster down in a couple short swings. I regret not having made a spear for protection like I had considered the day prior. Though the ax made short work of the beast it took it's tole on the durability of my trusty tool.

I cooked the foul creature's remains, but it didn't settle in me very well. I feel as though I have eaten a monster. In turn, I feel as though I have become a monster. Just when I thought I was safe I ended up running for my life once more and being forced into battling these inhumane creatures. I ate seeds hoping to stem off my hunger. I feel as though I might die here. Am I not just a hungry monster to the likes of which I have just killed? Am I not the same as these beasts? I need food. Real food. I'm beginning to think that being alone is taking it's tole on me far greater then the surmounting threats. I feel as though I am losing my humanity.

Day 12

I'm pleased to wake up to my crops being ready for harvest! Maybe I won't starve to death at least. Not this fine day! I ran around collecting fire wood for today's long night, and was able to collect some more manure for my farms. I can't wait for tonight's feast. It's almost incomprehensible that I may survive here. Another long night without rest and I set forth to collect what I need. I eat flowers along my ventures to try and keep up my health. To sustain until I can return to camp and collect my farm's spoils. I can hardly wait! This has invigorated my spirits! If I can just make it a little longer. If I can only just survive through the day, tonight will be something to look forward to. 

I return home to have a delicious feast. On my ventures out today I had uprooted some berry bushes and was able to replant them at my new-found home location. I can only hope that they sprout in rotation with my crops so that it will help sustain my permanence here. The feast waiting for me is delicious. Two corn, an eggplant, and some foreign fruit later - roasted on an open fire - and i'm semi satiated. If only I could sleep I feel as though I may be rested enough for what I have planned tomorrow. Regardless, tomorrow is the day that I return to my prior camp and try to reclaim lost resources. I'm hoping that I am able to harvest the farms that I planted before, if the frogs haven't destroyed all I worked for.

Day 13

Today I ventured north, having summoned my courage to return to my camp from the week prior. Much to my amazement my pig-friend had returned! I don't know how their death is of such little permanence, but I don't care! I consider this to be a delusion at first until I see them attack some frogs in the same manner that made me understand they wanted me safe in the first place. I am so grateful to have friends again! I am almost to the point of tears! Maybe not all is lost in this horrible place. Maybe I can't really thrive here! Maybe, with a little help from my friends! 

Day 14  

I decided I needed to revisit my yak friends and collect more manure. I was running low and with all the farming I've done lately it seemed like a necessary resource to try and replenish. For the first time I was not greeted with neutrality from the yak beasts. They attacked me openly and caused me to flee in terror. My Pig Friend had tried to protect me while this happened but unfortunately were trampled to death. A loss of another friend. This cruel world has gotten the better of me. I was able to gather a small amount of stool from the yak-beasts in the meantime, but at what cost? The life of my friend. I will farm in his honor and never forget him. Tomorrow I will need to gather more wood for my fires, and more brush for my farm lands. I doubt i'll sleep tonight.

Day 15 

I was right about not sleeping. I spent all night mourning my friends. I'm not fully a monster since I feel compassion for them. But i'm alone in this harsh world, this much is clear. I set forth fleeting with the need to collect more manure for my fields. Just a little more and i'll be set. Just a little more and i'll be able to survive. Just a little bit. A little bit is all. All I need. Just a little more. All I need...

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The journal entry ends here. From the footprints around the decomposed carcass we found these log entries on, we can only assume that this last attempt to gather manure from these beasts seemingly in heat had heeded nothing but futile results. All signs lead that our poor explorer had been trampled to death by one of the only creatures that helped him sustain life in this cruel world. His knowledge will be passed on to further explorers so that they may prevail where he had not. Perhaps it is better this way. Perhaps he had been granted an escape from madness by the only creatures he truly found solace in. Perhaps their final gift was to set his soul at ease and release him from this twisted environment full of peril and heartache. 

Don't Starve - Wilson's Journal - Week 1

There has been a scientific discovery today regarding a journal found of an explorer/scientist named Wilson. We have published these journal entries for the betterment of scientific discovery, and a more wide range of understanding in this newly discovered world. Please, be advised the content of these journals is not completely intelligible. It seemed as though after a week's time the harsh environment had begun cause Wilson to lose grip with reality. We have been able to recreate images based on the crude drawings found within the journal. Please be advised that these are simply renderings of the content provided. Anything you see is just an interpretation from the information granted by the journal.

Day 1

I'm stranded in an unusual land, seemingly alone I don't know how I got here. I happened upon a poor soul who may have shared my current endeavor. Unfortunately he did not have his wits about him..nor his skins. I helped myself to his stocks, thanked him, and continued exploring this land. I was able to acquire an ax, a pick, and a shovel, as well as some food and resources to build a small shelter or further tools. His sacrifice may have bought me a couple days to get my bearings around this place without having to worry too much about scavenging. I thank his bones again and again as I uncover the strange nature of this place. So far, nothing seems out of the ordinary aside from the rapid topographical changes. One moment i'm standing in a forest, the next a plains, and the nest a swamp. It will be getting dark soon - I'll need to build a camp.


 

Day 2

I didn't sleep at all last night. I saw eyes in the darkness around the edges of my fire light. I dare not try and find what it could be, at least, not without acquiring some protection first. I chopped wood around my dimly lit camp to stable my nerves and keep my fire to a low roar...but i'm getting tired. I also roasted some of the food I obtained from the dead explorer to keep up my strength. Some hearty meat and eggplant over an open fire was a nice way to end the day, despite being a little unsettled. When day broke I realized how tired I really am - I hope it doesn't affect my performance today.

It begins to rain. I'm comforted that there's at least weather changes here to go along with the topographical erratic-ism. It puts my fire out, so I begin to walk some more. This is when I come across a creature quite bizarre - Some kind of, worm in the ground which as I approach opens it's mouth wide as to engulf me. I dare not jump in for fear of the unknown. Perhaps I will return to find what mysteries this creature holds.

As I continue adventuring I come across another poor soul who has bitten the proverbial dust. I see foreshadowing in my own existence, but help myself to his remains none the less. Luckily for me since my clothes were damp and cold I was able to scavenge a suit made of logs from him. It's not the most comfortable thing, but I find it seems to protect my body well enough. Hopefully I won't need the extra
protection, but it never hurts to be safe.




As I see the sun set in the distance, after miles of running, I come upon a creature. I find a steaming pile of feces on the ground as I watch this lumbering hulk walk away. I quickly stash it away in hopes of using it for fuel or fertilizer. As I scamper away I find a whole heard of these creatures! I will probably not stray far from this amazing resource. This now shows me that there are bigger creatures then just birds and rabbits inhabiting this land. Fuel and  potential food source, albeit i'll need to figure out how to take one of these beasts down if it comes to that. I couldn't be happier at this discovery!


I find another adventurer's remains before night fall. He seemed to be some sort of bee-keeper. As I ravage through his things I decide that it's getting too late to venture forth and further and decide to set up camp right there with him. It's comforting having his remains nearby during night fall...at least, in an abysmal sort of way. I hope I still have my wits about me, as it's only been two days. Has this place already gotten to me?

Day 3 

Another tireless night. Even though I had my skeletal compatriot I find that I could not get a single wink of sleep. I pack up my things and continue on my way north (or what I guess is north). I find that there are more bees then I had ever seen in nature together, and find that my most recent deceased friend probably had a great idea in trying to capture them for a food source. Between the bees and my large woolly friends to the south I consider this spot as an ideal location to try and build a more permanent camp.


I continue north as I consider this possibility, and roam until the sun starts to set. I'm happy that I continued forth because I then came across the most particular creatures I've seen so far. Pigs! But not just any pigs. These pigs stood as humans do and show fairly cognitive capacities in that they have a low form of speech and are able to perform tasks. I watched these creatures for a good while before getting any closer to them. I decided they seem friendly maybe even helpful. I think this may be where I build a more permanent residence. Despite being exhausted I doubt I'll sleep. There is just too much to prepare for tomorrow to set up a real camp.

Day 4

After running a checklist of all that needs to get done when day breaks, it finally comes! I start the day by befriending these "Pig-Men". It wasn't that difficult, really. Perhaps I gave them too much credit for being intelligent beings before. Never the less, they are quite useful companions. They assisted me in clearing some trees around their lodging, which is where I will begin to build my new found camp! I started by digging up the remains of trees we had worked together to purge, and removing the root systems from the ground. Clearing a nice surrounding area to reside in.


As I worked, a quite peculiar Toad approached. I've never seen this species before, so I kept my distance. My friends however did not seem to take to my caution, as they attacked the poor creature on sight! I was thankful that they did, as the toad lashed out at them with a massive tongue which is when I noticed it also had a gaping maw with fanged teeth atop it's head. I allowed my pig-muscle to handle that situation so I could continue setting up shop.

Night was upon us entirely too soon. I had lost track of the time on account of being so busy. I quickly threw some rocks into a circle and used my new fire-pit while planted my metaphorical flag here in my new territory among allies. I was too happy with the results of this day to sleep at all. I instead used this time to think and invent. I was able to construct a makeshift backpack, which is a much needed accessory. I also came up with a perpetual science machine - which allows me to further invent new creations.

Day 5 

I realized after consulting with my science machine, that I had enough materials to construct a small farm! I
hadn't eaten for days on account of being so busy, so this revelation was at the precise needed time! I'll need to forage for food soon, but I'm hoping my crops will blossom and I will be able to sustain from them alone! My pig friends will also be happy having a new food source, since they seem to eat whatever they can. I realize I'll need far more manure for this venture - so I set south to find the heard of large woolly yak creatures. My pig-friend decide to follow at the heel.

During dusk, we were attacked by spiders.

 My friends fought valiantly - and unfortunately perished by the venom of these vile creatures.

I ran as far as I could and found myself among the heard of large beasts. I found comfort there, being among a group. This also allowed me to gather more manure for my farm... I wouldn't not allow the death of my friends to go in vain. I worked tirelessly throughout the night collecting samples and gathering resources by torch light and eventually set up a small camp. I found that when true night fell the beasts too slept. I don't know why I expected any less but I found it nice to have a sense of normalcy in them. Though I haven't slept for days, I find these things oddly comforting.

Day 6 

Upon day break I decide it's time to venture back to my main camp north of here. My friends had died, and I've gathered enough samples from the yak-beasts to tend to some more farming. Since i'm living off the land these days I deem it necessary to get a perpetuating food source running. I can't rely on scavenging all my meals any longer. This operation must happen today, so I set forth.

Making my way back north, I find a circle of unusual flowers around a quite unusual ring thing. I pick it up for further examination when I get back to home base.

Almost immediately north I find a grave site and start to regret my decision of picking this "relic" up. I hope no ill will befalls me. I return to camp again unsettled.

It dawns on me that I don't have enough grass to set for the ground level of my farm excursion. I find myself among some treacherous relics. Hidden toys and an ice staff surrounded by some type of blue hounds. I dare not venture too close. I return back to camp empty handed.

Day 7 

I set back south to the plain lands in hopes of gathering more manure and some dry brush for farming. Hoping that I avoid all dangers along the way. I have become more unsettled by my surroundings, which I believe is necessary. Frogs with mouths on their heads, ice beasts, killer spiders. I've seen too much loss so far not to be more cautious. The idea of building a farm is all that's keeping me going at this point. It's been a week since I've slept - It's taking it's tole.


I spend my day scavenging for dried grass and run into the pack of Yak beasts I've grown so fond of. They greet me with their usual feces, to which I am grateful. I'm hoping to launch more farms today and this is exactly what is needed.

I head back early, picking wild berries and carrots along the way.

When I get back to my camp I find a nice surprise waiting for me in the form of a trapped bird and a fully grown eggplant! I will eat meat tonight for the first time in a week as well as a roasted eggplant. Maybe things are taking a turn for the better!