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Finally got another chapter ready to be edited. I didn't want to wait so long to get to chapter two but life got in the way.Spoiler
You'd better find resources before night comes!
With the sound of a puff of smoke, Jack woke. His sockets blinking to adjust to this new world around him. He could hear waves nearby besides calm wildlife.
Standing up, Jack took notice of the slight vegetation and repeating elements. Twigs, flint, carrots, trees. Something seemed strangely mechanical to the organic arena of items. He could only hum in thought as he reached toward the shoreline.
Kneeling down, something seemed off. The water had a sense of simulation as well. Sharp and bouncing. Almost having the look of paper. It was as though Jack were standing on a stage for a play but instead of a stage, he was among wildlife.
He glanced down at his wrist, realizing the soul robber was still on. Whatever corresponded at Spiral Hill had happened. Jack regretted that handshake but now he had to take note of the stranger's message: Finding resources.
Still stuck from where he woke up, Skellington realized that resources were right in front of his face. A bountiful supply with just the right ingenuity could help him succeed for whatever he would encounter this night.
A sickly bush without any leaves called upon Jack. He shrugged as he pulled it off to get some sticks. Then a few flints out of interest. Yet something caught Jack off in horror as the second flint was picked up.
There was a list of recipies in his mind. As though he knew them already. Recipies for making axes, pickaxes, and torches. He should have already known how to make these, but this island forced him to stick to what formated in his mind. A relevation like this made JAck kneel to take this all in for a moment.
Breathing for a moment, he took his chances taking in what his mind forced. Working to make a Axe first to chop trees.
The rest of the day seemed pretty successful. Taking in whatever resources he needed to make a simple camp. It wasn't the lavish lifestyle he had at home but he could make this work.
He glanced up at the sky. Noticing more simulated components and fog. It appeared to be sunny, but the sun was just as wooden as the sea. Hanging by rope and having a mechanical clock look to it. Letters telling him it was just a day. Jack could only glare at this, wishing for his Jack-O-laturn sun's smile.
The skeleton crafted a campfire by the afternoon and took leave of his waking area. Wanting to sightsee some of the island he was on.
Jack traveled through the island, glancing at all the pine and plantlife. The further he got away from the shoreline, the more alone he felt. Birds did keep his mind at peace. Dropping seeds here and there, but not enough to satiate his longing for his civilians. Regretting how exhausted he was from all their eagerness to hear from him.
Time drenched on quickly on the island. Faster than he expected. Jack glanced up at the emulated sun, seeing the timer reaching the blue colors. He could only wonder as the foggy sky was turning redder in it's change. Jack felt like he had to get back to his camp yet... Something compelled him to go on.
The soul robber on his wrist was actually starting to glow as the area around him was getting darker. Night falling before he knew. The fact his tool was glowing left Jack to a relief. He didn't have to make a torch after all. Yet the light was limited. His brows furrowed, knowing he'd have to struggle with what limited light he did have. Jack kept his arm at a cocked angle. The angle slightly hurt but it was helpful in his search.
So on he blindly went on through the island and its growing trees. Hearing rustling noises around in the dark. Jack moved his head at several angles in his concern. Such worry was starting to give his skull phantom pains. Not sure as to where the pain was coming from but it was there.
He walked faster through the forest. Deeper and deeper in his search for any sentient life. Jack could feel dread in his loneliness, a foreign feeling he never had before. Thoughts racing through his mind, wondering if the swallowtail suited man dragged him here to test this weakness?
With a audial crack of a twig, Jack froze in his journey. The tall skeleton stretched his long fingers in defense. Bringing his arms in front of his face to guard himself from whatever the menace was.
Jack turned around. The cracks were showing the origins of a intelligent source not like that of the rabbits from earlier. Such knowledge left Jack finding this to be a blessing and a curse. Only hoping that this source was human and not of a beast.
The final crack caused Jack to spread out his arms in ready to attack.
Finding a crazed bearded man lunging after him.
The ending to the chapter needs fixing but I'll be discussing that with @Arlesienne on discord. Looking forward to doing illustrations after this is finished.
Favourite TV Show is Ending soon (Its a Disney Channel One) Don't Judge Me.
So Sad. Literally the best show ever
I just re-read the first 3 chapters of Survive the Shadows but now I can't stop.
Also, I think it was Spring when Wilson arrived in the Don't Starve world. And I bet one of the tunes Wilson was humming was Scientific Symphony
I don't wanna double post in StS Story thread but I wanna share my own little theories ^_^
QuoteGood morning Ariel,Please send me the name of your piece today, as I will be printing the name tags tomorrow. Please deliver your piece to 217 Brew Works next Sunday, April 2nd, between 12 pm and 2 pm. I will have a contract for you to sign at that time.Congrats and I will see you next Sunday.
So my work is being featured. Hoping this painting will be sold for $50:
It's an ok game.
It's actually amazing
Am I the only one that thinks Warly might be a ravenous and bloody killer
who hides his murderous tendencies under the guise of a chef. Hiding his appetite of constant bloodshed and picking on new things, as him being a "picky" eater.
Wow thats really demented isn't it?
Well in any case I'm waiting for that creeypasta.
Who here remembers the klei forums rpg?
How to curse a modder: "May the command prompt be stuck on your screen after you close it because you just want to play Don't Starve"
- Last week
Had that dream where I met a certain artist again... except with a less optimistic ending (._. )
Basically I slipped or something and I messed up a bunch of stuff in her room >_< mostly soft toys (which she probably doesn't even have that much of irl) and... she wasn't happy (._. )
I'm not very good at ordering commissions, so i just like to donate stuff
so when i get all my job stuff in order
some people might get random unexplained donations from an internet dog
Why. Just... why.
Back on Earth you're waking up soon
stretching in the morning light
No celestial body could compare to you
And even though I'd always dreamed of going to the stars
all I think about is you and me
counting moon rocks for the cause,
just me in a little pod
I can't wait for gravity to bring you close to me.
I made the thing faster!!
I might also need to stop making so many darn builds this is getting ridiculous
DS Compiler tries to recompile every single build I've ever drawn, ever
when one mod might have an exported folder like this
True, purified, organic non-GMO FEAR™.