Life has become meaningless. Everything has fallen into chaos and has started to collapse around me. Nobody can be trusted. Nowhere is safe. Reality hasn't touched my mind in years. I feel the shadows closing in on me. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want it to go on, but at the same time I don't want it to end. Pain or peace? Love or hate? Life or Death? I have been torn apart piece by piece. I have been dismantled. I met my end, painful and sorrowful, because of my greed. My foolishness. My selfishness. I met my end because of you Maxwell. I hope you are happy. I hope that you feel accomplished. I hope that you're evil drives you insane like it has done to me. I hope Don't Starve extinguishes your dark flame. Shall I describe it for you? It will slowly steal your soul. Everything will be miserable, bitter and then body will be filled with a unbearable pain. Your mind and heart will die as one making your end enjoyable to "them." You know my death will make them mad. You know it will. And I will watch from afar in the afterlife. Smiling as you receive what you deserve. Death.
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Don't Starve: The Journal of a Gentleman Scientist
FanfictionWilson has been in Don't Strave for years. His life is chaotic and tasteless till he stumbles upon something very special; A girl. From this point on, Wilson decides to write about his struggles in a small journal. The scientist keeps it in a place...
