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  1. Ok so I realized that a couple people actually like my DS comic: Wilson meets Red. So I decided to post it here with a couple other crossover art pieces. Comic page 1: Page 2 part 1: Page 2 part 2: Comic page 3: I personally love some of Red's expressions in the first two pages XD Here are a few others I did before/during the comic. Science Machine: Carrots: Wilson's Squirrel Problem: And lastly, comic page 4: Edit: Should I post all my DS related work here or just keep updating my off-topic art thread with them?
  2. Despite the name, I don't actually draw Dexter's Lab fanart. I just go by that handle because my name is Dexter and I like science, just felt like putting that out there. So despite lacking most abilities to properly communicate, using art is one method I use to open up to a community. So here goes... something. I hope you enjoy my ability to copy the DS style almost verbatim... I can do other styles too, though, so don't worry. This little fella is a mod that I'm hoping to actually get on someday. I'm fully aware that before he goes into DST, I need to modify this image. Probably shouldn't have merged the layers. Oh well, live and learn. I doodled that shortly after finding "volleyball" in Shipwrecked's anim files. The ball's name is Rawlings. It's sentient according to the tags? Pretty ironic to have Wilson screaming about it but, yanno. Gotta draw the fave any time you can, right? "Hello barber, just f**k me up, please." "Say no more, pal." Yeah, I'm nine times out of 10 never serious about drawing. I just kind of make comics I find funny and wait for others to laugh too. Honestly though, how does one even come up with that hairdo? How do you explain it to a barber? And that's a doodle for a friend who ships Willowson. and it's totally not like i dont either noooo haha those two together is just silly don't touch me She would make an interesting mod imo. I also do photo manipulations but none of those are Don't Starve related... maybe I'll show those someday.
  3. Welcome to my thread! I just started getting into the lore of Don't Starve thanks to my buddy @toki-wartoothxx. Hopefully I can get the game in the future but thanks to non-game materials like the comics and animations by Klei, I can appreciate the world building before I get to play the game itself. Steam summer sale wooohooooo Ready to play and maybe make comics and study sketches about. Such material inspired me to make art. Here's what I've drawn so far: Wilson and Pines Twins find Apophenia Lio has a Kodak moment with Maxwell William Carter's Liminality And some non-DS related art with the game style: Klei's Herbert West Don't Starve Bob, it's alright Don't let the league starve This page for my non-Don't Starve art. This page for my Oxygen Not Included art. To do list: Comission Quest: Info on Skeledork Skeledork interpretations: Works featured on streams Update: 6-28-2016 Thread gets a updated title, hopefully it doesn't confuse things. Update: 6-29-2016 About to get the game, added a greeting. Update: 7-4-2016 Got the game, thank god. Update: 7-12-2016 To do list Update: 7-19-2016 Interpretation section Update: 8-28-2016 oc posts
  4. Skellington on the Island Edited by: @Arlesienne Chapter 1: Voice of the radio Once upon a Halloween, the Halloween Town awards were roaring in town hall. The Mayor was awarding the citizens of the town their talents. He congratulated their local hero, Jack Skellington, for how spectacular it was. The pumpkin king agreed to his friend, bowing with respect. Lights dimmed down as the festivities were at a close. With another Halloween almost over, the huge grand guignol of the town had turned silent(much to the skeleton's relief). Yet with that relief, a sensation nagged at the back of his skull. Needing inspiration once again. Jack headed behind the stage curtains and let his true thoughts come out as a external monologue. "Something's missing... There's got to be a way to make Halloween more hideous, more terrifying, more frightening-" He slowed out a sigh with defeat in his frustration. "This just can't go on... You've got to do better, Jack." Heading home, Jack went to sit on his bed in thought, the lack of inspiration causing him to stoop, the chin resting on his hands as the hours drifted by. Then... A odd static sound could be heard. Causing Jack to stiffen in confusion. His head turned, eye sockets widening to the sound of a radio. Hey pal... That radio Sally got me for Christmas? Jack wondered to himself as he approached it. The Voxola radio continued to make static, even to Jack's surprise of it not being plugged in. "Hello...?" Jack tried to play its game. Having trouble finding a reason for the season? "Oh. I do. Trying to find new scares. It's... Not as fun as it used to be." Jack rubbed the back of his neck with a look of regret to the floor. The radio got to him and he couldn't help but agree. I can give you that inspiration... If you'll let me. "Maybe later." Jack quickly denied, waving a hand in disagreement. "I'll think about it though." Standing up, he backed toward the door. For a master of terror, the radio really left him unnerved. He headed over to his dear friend Doctor Finklestine's laboratory to seek counsel. "A new Halloween...?" The doctor asked while gazing into his advanced microscope, multitasking as Jack's confidence came back again. "A fresh, new and improved Halloween, doctor. After last year, we can't just do the same old thing." The skeleton's sense of showmanship just sifted through. "We should all be inspired to do something different!" He walked over to Finklestine. The doctor now gazing at his examples. Yet Jack continued. "We need new scares, new ideas, new discoveries!" Finklestine cocked his head with interest. "New discoveries, eh? I think I have just the kind of thing you're talking about." The good doctor reached under his table, picking up a fairly large glass container. Its contents being something eldritch. Alive. Finklestine placed it on the table. "I call it the soul robber. Take it, Jack." Yet the creature wasn't being patient. It bounced around the container trying to be free. Jack gingerly outstretched a hand to the jar, the fingers hesitant, trying hard to be careful. The doctor pressed on. "I'm sure it will come in handy." Agreeing to the reassurance, Jack placed his hand on the lid, suddenly not finding it as difficult as he perceived it to be. Like a leech, it sprang onto his arm. Clutching tight for dear life. Jack was taken back, letting out a gasp of surprise. Yet nothing of anger, rather the opposite. Carefully, Jack swung his arm lightly around in curiosity. Taking this in all at once. Unfortunately the action of just a slight swing caused the creature to break one of Finklestine's materials from a distance. The creature jotted out to grab a item and return to Jack's wrist. "Amazing!" The pumpkin king pleasantly exclaimed at the soul robber's display. He turned to find Finklestine driving away in his wheelchair to give himself space to look at Jack. "Exactly, doctor, exactly! That settles it. I'll head out in search of more new discoveries for next year's Halloween!" The confidence just overpowered from the new batch of inspiration pouring in. Calming down, Jack took a few steps in front of Finklestine. "Doctor, please watch after things while I'm away. I just know you'll keep things in check." There was a curious smirk on the good doctor's face. "Oh... Now I'm certainly looking forward to next Halloween." He rolled away with Jack staring for a few minutes in thought. He broke free from his daze with a shaking of the head and headed for out of town. A grin from side to side as Jack just knew he was going to have a edifying experience. Running to the graveyard and onto... Spiral Hill? Someone's standing on the hill, Jack thought to himself. He stopped for a moment. Eye sockets trying to get a good look at the tall figure. Step by step, he tried to get a good look at the man standing in front of the moon. The bright round shape framing him in view like a portrait. Jack had to stop. He knew the man was staring back at him. Trying to break free from his concern, he got closer to the man. "Hello? Are you lost?" Jack asked, hoping for the man to speak. Though with just a second, the man finally moved. Head tilting with a subtle meanness to it. "No, you are..." Pal. The voice from the radio! Jack took a step back. Feeling a tingle up his spinal column. "How?" "I think you know what I mean. Loss in inspiration." The tall man walked up to Jack. Hands behind his back as though he had a regal air about him. Jack could only notice now that the man looked like a twisted reflection of himself. Thin limbs, a swallow tail coat... Jack shook his head, trying to ignore the observation. "I can give you what you want, just give me your hand." The stranger outstretched his arm out to Jack. He smirked with a cold stare. Pupils so tiny and black, it paled to the expressive wide sockets of Jack's. Yet they wouldn't look away from Jack's position. Shaking his head, Jack took some more steps back. He wasn't sure why he didn't just ignore him but the stare got to Jack. Tutting, the man in the swallowtail coat was just a few inches away. "For a man who loves fear, you're not really appreciating what I have to offer." "This is different. Not when I don't know who I'm dealing with." "True. Yet you're not listening. I can give you what you want with no consequences. Just trust me." Jack took back at the statement. Thinking back to all the times he tried to trust Lock, Shock, and Barrel. What if this was the same? Could he take this chance? "I don't know." Jack glanced down, hands turning into fists. The stranger's hand reached out again politely. "Just trust me." Within one silent minute, time slowed down, leaving separate images behind. Jack's body, stiff in the confrontation. Giving in after a while feeling longer than it really was. A shaky arm reaching out to the stranger. With uncertainty, taking the hand. Before he knew it, the shadows from the epithets and the hill stretched out to Jack. The pumpkin king tried to fight the man's grip by wrestling the arm free, but not even the soul robber could protect him. He tried to walk back to pry the hand off but the grinning stranger just stood there without even moving. Jack's eyes gazed as the shadows crawled up his body like hands, slithering up quickly to devour him. Skellington knew he couldn't escape this as he felt his body lower into the dirt, his sockets watching the grinning stranger stare down. Welcome to the shadows... Pal. To be continued...
  5. Year of the Gobbler fanart!! I'm a bit late but it's finally finished! I hope you enjoy!!!!
  6. Hello there, Not sure if this is the right spot for it, but a friend of mine sent me the Survivor Wilson figure as a late holiday gift and I noticed on the lid of the box, there's a code in a holographic sticker-- is this used for anything? I tried to attempt to redeem it in-game, but it was too short and wasn't sure if it had anything to do with Klei's store. Thanks!
  7. I'm looking to build a perfect team of survivors, but most importantly I want players who play different characters to make a diverse/synergistic experience to plow right through the game! Even a bloody serial killer Wes is welcome! But in all seriousness please add me! My friend is a great host, has a gaming PC, he can host maybe even more than 10 players in the private world we're making. I'm looking for a noob or expert that learn from their mistakes but most importantly a friendly person that will brighten up the experience. Bonus if you play Wigfrid, or WX-78, even Webber. That would certainly make the experience alot better. My timezone is (UTC-05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada). Same goes for the host's timezone. My profile: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198100107182/ Please add me for an genuine experience! i need a wigfrid in my life
  8. Oh gosh, I feel like they'd do this.
  9. It seems that Don't Starve Together is getting a story of itself now, with Charlie taking reign over the shadow throne, changing and adding to the world. So, a story needs an end, does it not? I think that maybe this will be an end to the overall don't starve story line, with the characters and the new creations being rid of from the shadow world, and the shadow world returning to an empty world. Everything created in the don't starve universe will be gone, and the characters will return home. It would be a cool cutscene to see the characters coming back to their homes and lives, like wes appearing back in france and beginning his mime career again. And maybe just for satisfaction (this isn't going to happen i know but it would be pretty cool) Wilson comes back to his house, but he is only depressed because after meeting people and making friends, he has to return to a life of a failed scientist. NOW what if he gets a knock on his door, and opens it to see CHESTER. i would love that but it probably wouldn't happen. So do you think the end to the storyline will be in DST? Do you think Shipwrecked has to do with anything? And what would you like to see in an ending?
  10. Chapter I: Another Day With Them Wilson woke up from his slumber to the familiar feel of a slightly lumpy, yet comforting spring mattress. He sat up, and looked around, a bit confused. It was his old bedroom, back at the....well, others wouldn't call it a mansion. But Mister Higgsbury often referred to it as such. All the familiar things were there. A few blueprints lying on a wooden stool next to the bed, a bureau with a childhood photo of himself displayed in a wooden frame, a small metal toolbox with certain supplies. It all seemed so strange. What had happened...who knows how long ago? He looked at the wall facing his bed, where there was a rather old-looking calendar. By the looks of it, he had only been gone for one day. The days certainly seemed a lot longer. How could that be? He looked out his bedroom window, at the road leading up to the decrepid mansion. The twisting road and gnarled, leafless trees seemed so very unchanged. The skies were clear for a change. Wilson stepped back and shook his head in surprise. Was it all a dream? The man on the radio, the machine, the strange hands? All the things he had made in the strange wilderness were gone. Maybe it was all a fever dream of some sort. He hurried downstairs, and headed into the "living room", where the machine had been. It was gone, as if it had never existed. A thick line of static came from the radio. All the scientific equipment and lab animals were there, with an almost uncanny level of organization. Wilson stopped and shook his head even harder, the idea of it actually all not being real having trouble sinking in. A relieved sigh escaped the scientist's lips. He left the living room and headed into the main hall. On a golden stand was a fine black jacket and top hat. After what had just happened, maybe a break from science was in order. A bit of socializing would do the mind good. He put on the coat and top hat, and put his hand on the knob of the front door to leave, when suddenly, he heard something from the radio, just barely. A single, solitary, "Hey." Against better judgement, he walked back over to the radio. "Say, pal..." came the radio's voice. It was the exact same one from his strange dream. A wave of dread overtook Wilson. He slowly started to back away. "Hey! Pal, where do you think you're running off to?" Wilson couldn't bring himself to answer. He bolted back into the hall and out the door. He didn't want anything more to do with that voice. All he really wanted was to be as far away from that place as possible, for a while. Unfortunately, he didn't even make it down past the porch before he was stopped by two familiar, shadowy claws, transparent, yet visible, waiting for him. He barely had time to scream before they grabbed him, choking him and slowly pulling him into darkness. He could hear a loud hiss. He awoke again with a scream, this time returned to the smell of a fire pit that had just gone out, a spear at his side, and the cawing of a crow. That was a dream, instead. This land is Wilson's nightmare, one that is all too real.
  11. Hey all, this is where I post my artwork, sketches and comic pages. Enjoy! ^^ HANDY LINKS: DeviantArt: ecfor.deviantart.com Tumblr: ecfor.tumblr.com Blood Eagles: http://bloodeagles.deviantart.com/ Art software: Paint Tool SAI and GIMP Tablet: Wacom Intuos 5 (medium) > Click the spoiler tag to view all Blood Eagles comic pages! > Click the spoiler tag to view previously submitted art! Page 1 "Wilson seem to have wandered off for a long time, troubled by his thoughts, starvation, lurking monsters and the fact that he has no idea when he might escape the wilderness. Wilson knows there is "something" watching him, how else could every day end up in torment? It's like somebody is toying with the entire world... Wilson is determined to know why."
  12. AN: A quick reminder that I've written this many times before, but I was unsure exactly what I wanted Wynn to be, how old or how rash, but I think I've found a good balance for her character so here we goooo! The pieces of the machine was coming along rather well, and though the ideal parts he’d normally use weren’t in his grasp, Wilson knew it was solid, and that it would work. Some of the smaller gears and such were not easy to produce, but he knew in the end it would all be worth it. He tapped a joint into place with a small rock, and tested to see if the socket was holding. It was, and so he attached the other end to a gear. It was very far from being done, so far it didn’t even look like his sketches he kept in a simple leather bound book. The paper was rough and seriously worn from rain and claws. Smudges marked the uneven pages, and yet Wilson could understand the many scribbles and doodles. He doesn’t spend too much on his device, instead having to put his attention towards fighting off hunger and the chill that blew in just last night. Unlike the other nights, this cold stuck, and was starting to make his fingers numb. He began his daily chores with weeding the small area he called a farm, watering the plants and giving them an encouraging compliment every once in awhile. After he finishes that he takes a walk along a thinly bricked road, up to see if his traps had produced anything. It seemed the bait worked this time. The trick now though, was to retrieve the animal without letting it squirm away. This proved to be more difficult, and got the little scientist a bit bloody in the process. Blood no longer bothered him as it may have done in his first few days on this dreaded island, as hunger always beats humanity. One trap was suspiciously broken, the twigs and grass crushed in, a little blood on them, and a faint trail leading out in the surrounding forest. This made him think for a long moment. Should he risk capturing whatever beast or animal had stolen one half of a meal from him? It was certainly not a good idea. He’d never seen the pigs break traps, or even the spiders, seemingly oblivious to the easy meal. Wilson followed the trail for a short time before it ended. At the trunk of a mighty tree, much larger than most he’d run into, but that should’ve been expected, this seemed like a pretty old forest. The pine needles below were so thick the dirt or maybe grass could not be seen. Claw marks, old and new showed around the trunk, so he could only assume this is where whatever it was lived. Something about this made him want to leave. Maybe it was the way the wind blew through with an almost silent whisper. Or perhaps the more logical, the beast that lurked in this forest. Whatever reason he chose, he left with more than a chill that started to creep up his spine. The rest of the traps were fine, and most had caught something. He returned to camp, relighting the firepit he had set up probably months ago, and started to prepare his food. Even with the amount of practice he had to master skinning a rabbit, it was always a difficult task to not over cut and ruin a perfectly good piece of meat. Wilson never had a sensitive stomach, having used to help his parents with the execution of many of the farm’s poultry. He had to thank his father, albeit begrudgingly for the work he had to endure through his young life. It had made him strong in mind and in body, but the years after had weakened him. All those experiments, all those trial-and-errors, every day was more or less the same but with more interesting results than the last. As he was reminiscing about the past he was slowly getting a creeping feeling. But suddenly, before he could do anything to defend himself he was tackled to the ground, the crude knife he'd been using was knocked out of his hands. A rumbling growl was all he could hear, his head in pain and his eyes stung. He didn't get a chance to open his eyes before whatever creature had jumped off him, scooping the scrap of meat from his hands. Wilson got up suddenly, now meaning business. He reached out blindly to grab whatever it was. Even though it seemed unlikely he had managed to get a grip on it, grabbing it by the scruff and pulling it back with ease. It wasn't very heavy. This wasn't what he was expecting, nor was he expecting it to only be the size of a small child. As his vision returned he discovered the reason. The reason being it was a small child. Baffled beyond belief he watched the fur dressed child cling desperately to the little chunk of meat with the most intense look he'd ever received from a child. This little girl dressing in a wolf's pelt could hardly be taller than 3 foot. Freckles on her face and black hair poked out from the hood which had what looked to had ears. It even came set with a tail, which seemed to move, but Wilson decided it was his imagination, as that was impossible. "This is mine now!" She firmly stated, holding even tighter to the meat. Wilson had no idea what to do about this child, but a little part of him made him think that he couldn't let such a small thing go back out into the wild. The other, larger portion of Wilson wanted to snatch his scrap of rabbit away from her and send her on her way. Wilson did not like children. They were loud, sticky, and overall consumed too many resources to have one tag along. Wilson ground his teeth in thought, a bad habit he was sure to regret one day. Every logical course of action dictated he leave the child to its own fate in the woods, but then again... No. He had no good reason to keep this Child with him. But then it was settled before his logic could catch up with his mouth. "Fine. Keep it. But you'll have to stay here." His brain swore. He was going to regret this.
  13. Version 1.0.1

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    WATERMELOWN WATERMELOWN this mods adds good epic new content to don't starv together gmaeplay experience. To install the mod, extract the "watermelown" folder to your steamapps\common\Don't Starve Together\mods directory. It is a client mod, so a server does not need it installed for you to use it. You can enable it under "Mods" from the main menu. More characters will be watermelowned at different times. Stay tuned for updates. To find the secret, go lefty-downy. . Thanks for playing. You smell unpleasant; a bath would be advised.
  14. You were completely numb from whatever drug that was in your system. Grogginess shrouded your ability to move for the last ten minutes now, ever since you awoke to a bang, a puff of smoke, and a book. You couldn't even feel the blades of grass ticking your cheeks, or the odd breeze ruffling your hair. The silence had stretched on for an infinite moment, punctuated only with the sound of birdsong, as you examined the only notable landmark since your sudden arrival in...wherever you were. You do not remember getting here, so logically you assumed that someone had slipped something in your food or drink and tossed you, rather unceremoniously, into this dilapidated grassy plain and left an instruction book with your initial sliced into the leather bound cover. It was incredibly battered, and you were certain there was a bloodstain on the top right corner. After a while, though, you eventually regained enough movement to drag the book towards you with a new desperation, flicking open to the very first page, where a thin sheet of what appeared to be some sort of odd, pale leather was picked up by the breeze and landed before you. It was baked rock solid and brittle under the sun, and there was some sort of introductory note written using ink and a quill over the bumpy surface. ~~~ If you have found this book, then words do not describe how sorry I am for your current situation. Inside these pages is a record, a compilation of my Field Notes, on how to survive in this new plane of Hell itself. I have trudged through the coldest winters, sought shelter from unrelenting storms, crouched pathetically in the everlasting darkness to bring to you, heir to my burden, a recount of the day my new life started to the point where it ended. In between these two covers is the story of a life, all of the mistakes, the successes, and the plans. Fears, thoughts, feelings, and fleeting memories compressed into a single tome to which I pass on to the next player in this demented game. If you have found this book, then I am either dead, or worse. All will be made clear should you manage to survive long enough to reach the end, as I have. This may not be the best of introductions but I have very little time to speak and think for myself, as the pointless seconds which I still have are going solely into writing down this very note, on this very piece of leather, to give you a proper greeting - something that I never received myself - and some lessons to live on. If you have found this book, then my name is Wilson Percival Higgsbury, and I do not know where I have ended up. ~~~ Haha okay wow. Hello there, DS arists and writers and music-makers alike! My name is FieldNotes and this thread is devoted to partially DS-related drawings, partially talking to the community instead of lurking, but mainly to putting out a lovely gem that I have been thinking on for a good, hm...6 months now? The premise for Wilson's Journal is fairly simple - I'm going to put the story behind Don't Starve into the perspective of our plucky Gentleman Scientist, and adhere to the canon story as much as possible, but you'll notice how it starts to deviate and I'm going to tie together a bunch of loose ends along the way into one gloriously tangled mess of metaphorical strings. I'm also going to have fun writing, and try to update as much as possible, but I hope people understand that I do get quite busy sometimes. This prevented me from starting this 6 months before, but I noticed that some of the brilliant artists here are also hindered by their own time schedules so I deemed it appropriate to, at the very least, make a start on this little project of mine. Day 1 will be posted shortly, I presume.
  15. Hey everyone! I just wanted to share a comic that I've been posting on DA for the past couple days. Hopefully this will be turning into a Summer Project for me to keep me busy while I wait away the time between the conventions I sell at. If you want to see them at my DA as well as my other art, check here. http://autobotgirl.deviantart.com/ Done in Photoshop.
  16. I'm quite new here but thought I'd share my fanart as well :3 http://darktwinteekoart.tumblr.com/post/47902852751/wilson-from-the-game-dont-starve-3 http://darktwinteekoart.tumblr.com/post/47983963332/wilson-from-dont-starve-again-3 darktwinteekoart.tumblr.com
  17. Hello FullmetalDevil here. Check out some of myfanart for Don't Starve I just love wilsonI also release the same images on my Deviantart account under the same name.
  18. Hey guys, just posting this to make for all you guys that think Don't Starve isn't hard enough, or just want a challenge, the site is http://www.painrandomiser.com/ It gives you random cards and you must follow what it tells you to do! You can also find a video on discussing in depth what it does here and when you are there check out his Don't Stave lets plays! Have fun, and good luck :3
  19. Hi! I'm new to the forums here. I played Don't Starve for a while in its early stages, then stopped for a while, and recently returned. And, of course, as with anything I think is amazing, I must draw some terrible art! (For those of you who know my deviantart (dragonunderthestairs) I will post things never before seen as well as some of that deviantart stuff as well. Here's a portrait of Wilson that just happened one lazy day True story Tell me if you want me to make any of the pics larger (Also how to do the spoilers? I know I could look at another thread but I'm too lazy)
  20. Hello My name is Maximum and I drew some don't starve things, I believe this is the appropriate place to post them. (some of them are a tad weird looking due to them being drawn on a 3DS) Also just a warning, some of them have a bit of blood but nothing too serious [if you are wondering about his hands I just have a headcannon that Wilson wears big black rubber gloves] Wilson your hair is just too fun not to draw. Anyway those are some of my arts, I have some more but I doubt anyone would like to see them. ALSO I should just say I'm completely fine if anyone uses my art for avatars, reaction images, whatever, as long as you ask me permission first and credit me.
  21. This is just a dumb ol' test animation. Though it did take me a minute to make. Just tell me what you think.
  22. So, from the latest puzzle thread, we discovered this website here: http://forums.kleientertainment.com/science/craft/the_way.html So, it seems that there is a second praecantor. Speculations welcome! Here's mine, and it's no more crazy than Wilson is/is not. Look at the URL. The Way? The way....what? Where? It is The Way Out? An escape? It appears that Wilson has a Mortar And Pestle here. I imagine he's mixing together the Rocks, Silk and Berries to make the Thing mentioned in the first part of the recipe.
  23. Welcome to The Don't Starve Best of The Month Page! Basic Page Information What Exactly Is this page about? Each month I'll pick out the best of the Don't Starve Fan lore, Videos, Cosplay, and Art and post it here! (Of course with the permission of the original post creators) How Could you contribute? Link up your favorite Don't Starve Lore page or art work(Cosplay and Videos are very much appreciated) in the section below I read all the comments so I can't miss it. When is the Page Updated? Friday or Thursday nights upon the end of each month. (Central Pacific Time) Want your Art(and or Cosplay) or post sponsored here? Just ask and link me up to the the art or page and I'll check it out. This Months Best Artwork! Willow and Chester All Credit Goes to Muffycake She did all the work I am just displaying it on a page. Here is the original Post http://forums.kleientertainment.com/topic/21890-muffycake-some-of-my-dont-starve-fan-art/ Here is her profile http://forums.kleientertainment.com/user/249276-muffycake/ This Months BEST Cosplay! Wendy All Credit Goes to Cyanea for this Excellent cosplay of Wendy Original post http://forums.kleientertainment.com/topic/29419-cosplay-wendy/ Cyanea's profile http://forums.kleientertainment.com/user/302741-cyanea/ This Months Best Video! The History of Maxwell lore Seriously a awesome Video Credit goes to TeoSS69 for the Post Courtesy of @Craig_Perry and @d2r Original Forum post http://forums.kleientertainment.com/topic/29232-maxwells-final-act/ TeoSS69 Profile http://forums.kleientertainment.com/user/243891-teoss69/ CREATING THE VIDEO Credit Goes to Klei Enterntainment Klei youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/user/kleient This Months Best Lore/Post! "What if Webber's father was....Wilson? Wilson is canonically is like 30 y/o, so he could have son. And he teached Webber to shave. And, maaybe, Wilson hates spiders SO much because it ate his son?? "~Kenny1889 This is some of the weirdest lore I've read But it gets pretty funny if you read the comment section http://forums.kleientertainment.com/topic/34137-about-webber/?hl=lore Creators Profile http://forums.kleientertainment.com/user/256059-kenny1889/
  24. *cough* That's where all the trouble started; a ticklish cough that interfered with Wilson P. Higgsbury's fishing trip in the swamp. The gentleman scientist was sitting by a pond, hoping to get himself and Chester good bite after being so short on food lately. But his persistent hacking made the hunt more tiring than it should have, even with Chester holding his belongings alongside him. Finally, that minute, Wilson yanked up a fish onto the ground with his rod, but as he did so, he held his head up with one hand, and grabbed a nearby pine with the other, as if trying not to fall over. Chester whimpered and gently nudged his master's leg in comfort. Wilson returned it with a weak smile and gently mussing his hair before trudging back to their base camp in the flower field. As the evening turned to night, sleeping became a challenge, too. Whenever Wilson got in his straw roll, his body would get damp with sweat, but every time he got out, he felt a chill running through his sensitive skin. Of course, his persistent hacking didn't help any either. With some gold, stone, and his alchemy engine. Wilson jerry-rigged a thermometer, which read his temperature as 102 Fahrenheit. Not surprising, but not a pleasant sign either. The sickly scientist inched his way toward the fire, hoping his frail body was at least capable of sleeping. Throughout the rest of the week, Wilson did whatever he could to try and make himself well again. He kept a second fridge open to blow cold air on his overheated body. He rubbed the goop from the spider gland healing salves on his hot skin and forehead. He tried eating more blue mushrooms since they had boosted his health before. He even made a broth out of ferns from the caves. None of these methods worked; they only left him with more chills, spider goop, messes of blue vomit, and unfulfilled hunger. All while Chester tried to stay as close to his master as possible. He gathered up any ingredients he asked for, but most of the time, Chester didn't want to leave his friend's side for long. He even let Wilson use his fuzzy body as a chair or pillow, regardless whether or not his illness was contagious. Wilson hit rock bottom by day five. A monsoon was causing leaks inside his tent, despite his efforts to keep the opening shut. His scarlet face was as hot as the gems he used for fire staffs. His hacking cough was grainy and wet, as if someone had filled his lungs and throat with water and sand. Chester tried to keep him as comfy as possible, but sadly, there was only so much comfort a pillow could bring for someone this sick. Now it seemed like all Wilson could do was lie down and breathe, what little breath he could muster at this point. Chester gave him an affectionate snuggle and lick on the face, and Wilson returned it with a very weak smile and slow, gentle strokes on his fuzzy head. Finally, with another brutal coughing fit, Wilson passed out, still maintaining a raspy breath. Chester repeatedly nudged his head, whimpering in fear. All of a sudden, in another puff of grey, cloudy smoke, the Puppet Master appeared before them. Chester whined in fear and stood in front of Wilson, not letting Maxwell come any closer. "Come now, boy. There's no need for that." Maxwell felt Wilson's damp forehead for a moment, and then twisted his left glove to dry it off from the scientist's sweat. "...Hmm. None of my other captives have lasted half this long before getting sick or injured. Never saw one with this bad a case of pneumonia, though." Maxwell then heard Wilson's weak breathing, and his smile returned. "But really, where's the fun in letting you die like this?" With a wave of his hand, a stone bowl of dark-blue broth appeared in Maxwell's palms, a thin wave of black mist rising from the liquid. Wilson gained just enough consciousness to feel Maxwell cradling him in his lap, and looking down on him with a malicious smile. Wilson tried to widen his eyes and mouth in fear, but Maxwell put one finger over his lips. "Shhhh. Don't say a word, pal. You're in the perfect hands." As Wilson drifted back into semi-consciousness, Maxwell fed him spoonfuls of his dark broth, smiling and glaring with every last drop. When Wilson woke up again, his body had finally cooled down, and his chest and head no longer ached. His vision was clear, and he could take deep breaths again in peace. The rain had waned into bright sunshine. But probably the most welcoming sight of all was an ecstatic Chester bounding toward his master, jumping in his arms, and bathing his face with hearty licks. Wilson smiled back, and hugged his loyal pet, but his mind was still lost in thought. Did Maxwell really go out of his way to save him? If he brought Wilson here to die, why would he want to keep him alive? Then, a cynical but more plausible explanation made Wilson glare in the distance. Maxwell didn't want him to die of pneumonia; he wanted him to die of his own elements in this cruel, twisted world. Mauled by a hound, stung by killer bees, starvation, any of those methods would be much more "fun" than something like everyday viruses. Well, whatever the reason, Wilson wasn't going to give Maxwell the satisfaction of letting his reign destroy his life. With a smirk and a glare, Wilson held his axe over his shoulder, and motioned for Chester to come follow him. There was still a lot of work to do. The End