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  1. *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
  2. Prologue: A Small Laboratory This story begins in a small home on a hill. It was more of a laboratory. The house on a hill was owned by a young scientist named Wilson Percival Higgsbury. His goal was to become the smartest human alive. He experimented all day and he usually failed. One day he sat down on his chair disappointed with his notebook in his pocket. Then he heard a raspy voice say “Say, pal looks like you’re having some trouble. I have secret knowledge I can share with you!” I took the radio from which the raspy voice was talking. “If you’re ready.” I nodded vigorously.”Okay then.” An odd flash of lightning struck.Yes I have all the knowledge I could dream of! He created the machine over a course of 3 days but when he finally finished it flashed in his mind that he had no idea what it would do. This is a terrible idea, thought Wilson. He held his notebook in his pocket and hesitated. “DO IT!” rasped the voice desperately. Wilson pulled the lever at his dismay. Two large shadowy hands pulled him through to some faraway place.”Say, pal you don’t look so good. Better find something to eat before night comes.” Just going to leave this thing here. I've got 3 complete chapters right now.I'm going to update this whenever I get around to writing the next "chapter".Bye,constructive criticism wanted definitely.
  3. I think we've all heard that jingle they used in the teasers, and at the I made a little song that goes with the music itself. I hope you like it! Ragtime You're all trapped inside this world There is no escape Even poor Maxwell is trapped He won't ever leave his cage! You're lost, You're gonna starve. The troubles the wilderness bring. You're gonna need all the knowledge To get all of the things Even if you do create the machine There's no hope. ...le backround music You won't make it. You're just gonna starve.
  4. Hello friends! I want to present you original vision of Maxwell's gameplay: http-~~-//youtu.be/QlFu1GB_ud0 I hope you like it Enjoy!
  5. Made in around 45 minutes, counted by listening to a music 18 timeshttp://bandy333.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-Starve-Irony-368262007?q=gallery%3Abandy333&qo=0
  6. LAST UPDATE: 4/11/13Quick Note: This is a slightly AU fanfic. Please keep that in mind while reading. Enjoy!Don’t Starve: Chronicles of SurvivalChapter 1The First Two Days“Say, pal, you don’t look so good.”The boy began to stir upon hearing the familiar voice. When the boy’s eyes cracked open, they spotted the numerous white clouds covering the sky. The boy groaned before his hands dug into the ground, the boy pushing himself up a moment later. The boy’s tired gaze glanced around the grassy plain, a few tall tufts of grass and small saplings dotting the landscape. A split second later, the boy awoke fully, head twisting left and right in quick movements.“Where am I?!” The boy, after remaining still and thinking for a moment, turned around and saw a thin man wearing a black suit towering a few feet behind. The boy’s gaze transformed into a glare as a snarl formed in his throat. “Maxwell…” The boy rose to his feet, but the aggression faded as a dizzy spell struck, the boy raising a hand to his head to pinch his forehead.The thin man smirked in response. “You better find something to eat before night comes!” In a puff of smoke, the man disappeared.The boy released a gasp upon seeing Maxwell vanish. The boy’s anger soon returned, however. “If I see him again…” With a sigh, the boy returned to scanning the environment as a hand ran through his black hair. “What have you gotten yourself into, Wilson? You should’ve known you couldn’t trust him. What was I even thinking, going along with him…?” Another sigh passed by the boy’s lips before he straightened up. “Well, standing around won’t solve anything. I’ve already wasted enough time.” Wilson, after pulling his fingerless gloves back, walked over to and picked up a sharp piece of flint. “I better look around and find some materials I can use since I’m in the middle of nowhere, it seems.” The boy turned towards a nearby grass tuft and, using the flint he picked up earlier, cut the grass then placed it in his right front pocket. Wilson repeated the process with several other tufts of grass until he spotted another piece of flint on the ground near a small sapling. After picking up the piece of flint, the boy sliced off several of the sapling’s branches. However, one twig fell near a leafy plant that caught the boy’s attention.Wilson knelt next to and examined the leafy plant before pulling it up. The boy smiled upon recognizing the orange vegetable and placed the carrot in his left front pocket. As Wilson stood up, he saw a berry bush a few feet away and walked over to it. Wilson plucked one berry off of the bush, and, after examining the berry, nodded and ate it. After grabbing the rest of the berries on that bush, Wilson then continued harvesting grass, flint, saplings, carrots, and berries while wandering around the grassy field for hours.While walking, Wilson heard the sound of waves crashing. The boy glanced around until he headed towards the source of the sound. Wilson soon found himself staring out at the water below the cliff he stood on, a strange mist hiding what lay beyond the western horizon. “Salt water… This doesn’t help me at all.” The boy licked his lips before saying, “I do need to find a good source of water, though…” Wilson turned his head to follow the edge of the land. “I might as well see how far it goes. Maybe I’ll come across a river in the process…” Wilson followed the land’s edge for a couple of hours, grabbing any nearby food and materials. The boy, however, took notice of a forest of evergreen trees to the south. The boy paused to think then looked up at the sky. Upon seeing the sun approaching the horizon, the boy turned his attention back to the trees. Wilson walked over to a small tree and examined its bark. With another moment of thought, the boy came up with an idea. The boy pulled out a piece of flint and a few twigs from his pocket. With a nod, Wilson began combining the two items faster than the normal eye could follow. Wilson then held up an axe and gained a devilish smirk. The boy swung the axe at the tree several times. Within minutes, the tree fell to the ground. The boy gained a triumphant grin. “Take that, nature!” The boy then began chopping the tree trunk into smaller logs. However, the sky turned red as the sun began to creep below the horizon. Wilson looked up upon hearing screeches of fear. The boy watched as several strange horned rabbits ran towards various rabbit holes in the ground. Wilson continued staring in the direction of the rabbits for a short time.“Were those…?” The boy shook his head as he noticed all the birds in the area fly away. “I better start a fire. Who knows what could be out here…”Wilson sat down and arranged some of the logs to form the base of a campfire. The boy then pulled out a handful of grass and placed it on top of the logs. After a short pause, Wilson pulled out two pieces of flint and began scraping them together. Wilson continued this for a few minutes until a couple of sparks landed on the grass and started a fire. While watching the fire, the sun fell completely behind the horizon, darkness covering all but the area closest to the fire.Wilson turned his gaze to the sky. “Strange… There aren’t any stars in the sky. And it looks like it’s a new moon right now, too.” The boy’s stomach growled a few seconds later. “I guess now’s a good time to eat. Then again, how long was I unconscious…?” The boy pulled out several of the berries and a few carrots. After gazing at them, the boy thought of an idea. Wilson pulled out a long twig and a piece of flint from his pocket. The boy used the flint to slice the carrots, and once a couple of the carrots were cut, he forced several berries and carrot slices onto the twig. Wilson held the twig a few feet above the fire, twisting the twig every now and then. Several minutes passed before the boy pulled the twig back and examined the cooked berries and carrot slices.“It’s nowhere near gourmet, but it’ll do.” The boy began eating the cooked food on the twig. Several minutes passed as the boy ate in silence. Once Wilson ate his fill, he leaned back and poked the crackling fire with the long twig. The boy, after tossing the long twig into the fire, fished a notebook and pen out of his back left pocket. Wilson flipped through a couple of pages in the notebook before reaching a page with a drawing of a strange machine.“If I could make my science machine…” The boy closed his eyes for a brief moment and lowered his head. “I’ve already found some wood, but I’ll need to find some good quality stones if I want to make it. And a piece of gold…” Wilson tossed a small log onto the small campfire. “How I’m going to carry this wood, I don’t know… yet.”Wilson pulled out all of the food and materials he gathered during the day. After skewering more berries and carrots on long twigs, the boy forced the twigs into the dirt near the fire. The boy then turned his attention to the twigs, grass, and flint lying before him. Wilson soon began nodding to himself, a smile appearing on his face. The boy grabbed several handfuls of grass and twigs and, in several quick motions, began crafting a new item. Wilson’s brow furrowed as he transformed the grass and twigs into something new, but he soon gained a smirk as he finished the job. After twisting the twig hosting the cooking food, the boy turned the pale yellow backpack around and opened the front pocket.“This’ll do. This’ll do just nicely… Now I can carry a lot more.” As Wilson began packing the logs into the backpack, rays of light broke up the darkness. “Morning already? It didn’t seem to be that long of a night. Anyways, I better take a look around. Maybe I’ll find some rocks… or a way back to civilization.”Before leaving the campfire, Wilson removed the toasted food from the twigs and placed it in the backpack’s side pockets. The boy left after slinging the backpack over his shoulder and adjusting the straps. As Wilson headed east, he came across a sparse forest, a layer of dead leaves hiding the ground beneath. The boy wandered past several trees for several minutes. However, Wilson soon spotted something and ran over to the cobble path.The boy knelt down and examined the curving path. “This path… Someone put a lot of care into making this, even though it does end here. …Does that mean I’m not the only person here?” Wilson’s gaze followed the path until it disappeared behind a group of trees. “It couldn’t hurt to follow it… It’s not like I really have anything better to do.”Wilson followed the curving path through the forest. While following the path, the boy spotted another grassy plain with several saplings and a few grass tufts and berry bushes. Wilson wandered off of the path and gathered some twigs, grass, and berries before returning to and following the path. Wilson’s stomach grumbled a short time after returning to the path, prompting him to pull out and munch on a couple of roasted berries. After following the path for an hour, munching on a few more cooked berries along the way, the trees began to thin out. The boy gasped upon seeing the rocky terrain and the several boulders lying about.“This is perfect…” Wilson then thought of a problem. “But I need something to break the rocks apart. Like a pick…” Wilson gained a smile as an idea formed in his head.The boy pulled out a few twigs and pieces of flint. Wilson, using swift movements, began combining the two materials. Within a couple of minutes, Wilson held up and examined the pickaxe in his right hand. The boy nodded then walked over to one of the smaller boulders. Wilson then began swinging the pickaxe at the boulder. The first impact created a small indentation, and the following swings lengthened cracks extending from the first impact site. The boy continued pounding away at the rock until it shattered into several pieces, flint and stones falling to the ground.After catching his breath, Wilson picked up and examined the stones. “Yes, yes… These will be perfect for my making my science machine!” The boy gathered all of the stones and flint and stored them in the right front pocket. “Hmm… I’ll probably need a few more rocks in the future. I’ll mine a couple more of these rocks then move on.” The boy strolled over to another nearby boulder. With a deep breath, Wilson began hacking at the large rock. The boy spent several minutes swinging until the boulder finally broke apart to reveal more rocks and flint. Wilson then grabbed all of the spoils before deciding to swing at another smaller boulder. The boulder took fewer swings to destroy than the previous one, and when it crumbled, something shiny fell to the ground along with the flint and rocks. The shiny object caught Wilson’s attention.“Was that…?” The boy fished out a shiny yellow chunk. “It… it’s gold!” A laugh escaped Wilson’s throat. “I can’t believe it!” The boy then thought of something. “But the science machine won’t be able to move once I make it…” Wilson’s gaze turned to the sky, the sun approaching the horizon. “A base… Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I’ll just follow the path a little longer and see if I can find a good area.”Wilson returned to the path and followed it deeper into the rocky terrain. However, the boy ran into a fork in the road as sunset covered the area in the setting sun’s light. One split in the path headed north while the other split headed to the east. Wilson glanced in each direction before heading towards the center of the crossroads. Wilson slid the backpack off onto the rocky ground near where the northern and eastern paths met. The boy pulled out the logs and began arranging a few into another campfire, but a rock slid out of his pocket and landed on the ground with a thud.Wilson grabbed the rock and almost put it back into the pocket until an idea struck him. The boy emptied his pockets of all the rocks, twigs, grass, and flint. Wilson began arranging the stones into a circular pattern around the logs. Once the circle of rocks was finished, Wilson grabbed two pieces of flint and began scraping them together. The resulting sparks eventually lit the logs on fire just a few moments before total darkness surrounded the rest of the area.Wilson sighed after seeing the roaring fire. “Made it just in time…” With another sigh, the boy pulled out the berries he picked during the daytime. “I better start cooking these. Then I’ll make my science machine.”The boy slipped all the berries onto a couple of twigs. After glancing around, the boy stuck the twigs into a crack in the ground close to the fire. Wilson then turned his attention to the spare logs and rocks on the ground. Wilson pulled out the gold nugget before he looked around the area. The boy tossed a few twigs onto the fire, the light illuminating more of the area. With the additional light, Wilson spotted a flat region then nodded. The boy picked up the logs and rocks and carried them over to the level area. Wilson then began to combine the three types of items in a series of swift movements. A few of the logs soon became a wooden stool with three legs. A structure made of rock, a small slit adorning one side, then came to rest on top of the stool. The boy soon constructed a wooden lever on one side of the machine, and two wood gears connected by a tread formed on another side of the machine. A wooden funnel formed on and decorated the top of the machine before Wilson backed away. “It’s done…” A small tear formed in the corner of the boy’s eye, but he quickly wiped it away. “You’re even more beautiful than you were before, my science machine.” Wilson then gained a smile. “And now, it’s time to put you to the test.” The boy fished a rock out of his pocket and tossed it into the funnel on top of the contraption. Wilson then grabbed the lever. “For science!”Wilson pulled the lever down then backed away. The gears and tread on the machine started turning slowly before speeding up. Clunking sounds emanated from the center of the machine. Soon the whole machine began hopping up and down as the clunking noises grew louder and more prominent. However, the machine settled down a few moments later, a puff of smoke escaping through the funnel as a dinging noise resounded through the area. A few chiming noises then sounded as a small strip of paper with writing covering it slid out of the small slit on the machine. A panel opened on the last side of the machine, the rock falling out of it and landing on the ground with a thud.“Alright, let’s see…” Wilson walked around the machine and pulled out the strip of paper. The boy walked closer to the fire and read all the text on the paper. “Hunh… It’s quite rich in a variety of minerals. And sturdy, too…” The boy glanced at the rock, a small black scorch mark in one spot. “My science machine usually can’t put back together what it breaks apart.”A bright light then interrupted the scene. Wilson covered his eyes for a moment before they adjusted to the sun’s rays. With a sigh, the boy walked over to what remained of the fire and removed the berries from their skewers. Wilson pulled out some of the older berries and ate them before placing the fresher berries in the backpack. The boy then gathered all of the materials strewn about before realizing something.“I’m going to need more wood…” The boy looked around the area before spotting a few tall trees to the south. “I’ll explore over that way and cut down some trees while I do so.” With a nod, Wilson began trekking towards the trees.
  7. He's Dead seexy, wouldnt it be awesome if when you are really insane you got Maxwell's face?
  8. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Rayze Darr, author of the discontinued story "The 'Don't Starve' Program." Now, issues with my ideas for the story have stopped me from continuing it at this time, but in the mean time, I'd still like to do some writing about the "Don't Starve" universe. My answer? Poetry! Yes, my good men and women, I will be writing "Don't Starve" themed poems! These will mainly be based off of canon "Don't Starve" facts and lore, but I may, later down the road, sneak in some poems based on my ideas for my remake of my "Don't Starve" fan fiction. That being said, I would also like to post the name I currently have in my mind to title the new story for when it comes, and seek feedback on it. Maxwell Presents: The Don't Starve Prime Time Extravaganza! The new story, as I'm currently plotting, will follow the same premise. "Don't Starve" is a 24-hour TV program that anyone in the world can tune in to at any time, allowing them to follow the "contestant" in real-time. Maxwell serves as both game master and host. As for new ideas...-Rather than first person, the story shall be told from a third person perspective... Maxwell's! -A timeline, allowing readers to follow events in the order they come. -Sub-chapters, single chapters that will follow an entire, minor character's adventure, and death, in the world. -A prequel! Taking place before Wilson, Wendy, etc. were even heard of. This also allows me to use more... -Original characters! I'm currently brainstorming a geeky, yet lovable, female as the main character. So yes, this topic serves two purposes. One, feedback on my in-progress "Don't Starve" fan-fiction, which I will not even begin to write until after Launch. Two, to showcase some more of my "Don't Starve" work and perspective in the form of poetry. Please, do enjoy the poems that I have come up with! Though I will only post one to start, more will come as I find inspiration in the "Don't Starve" world. And finally, I love you all! Maxwell A watcher, a player, and god of this realm, The tyrant whose hand sits so tight on the helm, Creating whatever events he sees fit, For the suffering pawns he seeks to overwhelm. Despised though he is by the damned he controls, He still dictates their fates with each die that he rolls, From the marsh to the forest and all lands between, It is he who’s behind all these rising death tolls, It is he who controlled every moment we’ve seen, From the plains to the quarries that ended our goals. A madman, a genius, a demon some say, For no others would work human lives like a play, Or would they all do so were they given the chance? For there’s nothing else he’d rather do with his day. And he must be stopped, all his little pawns cry, But before they can do so they’ll all surely die, Because they are on his field and his battleground, And they cannot win despite how hard they try, And they cannot fathom that he’s all around, Because they hold on to the most beautiful lie. Each small blade of grass is created by hand, He’s forged every snowflake that touches the land, And crafted the monsters that call it their home, With his pawns’ lifeless bodies his personal brand. So abandon all hope, should you land in his sight, And come ready to die or come ready to fight. The game master waits to lay claim to your ghost, To strike down the heroes with furious might, To strike down the heroes the world loves the most, The game master waits in the darkness of night.
  9. I heard this on day 50/51, right at the change of the day. I was playing as Wolfgang, and had dug up graves earlier that day. My sanity level was about 80.Edit: It happened again at the turning of days 52/53, and I was camping near the same graveyard.
  10. Hi, This might seem like a silly question.. but will making a new world delete my previous one?. Since there is only a 'continue', 'new game', and 'make new world' button, I don't know if I can have multiple saves/worlds at once. I just want to be sure before I try.. so I don't delete my current save :l ~rocket
  11. Hello there once again! I've hang out the wiki for a while and saw some threads about hell, yet none about heaven... So, let's start with my wild imagination! There could be a gateway to heaven whitch would form from a Science machine and an Alchemy machine (If they're close engough to eatch other), it would activate, once you got all the things researched, and maybe made some sort of a totem that you have to burn or something like that. The heaven could be almost as i suggjested with hell, It would be like islands of clouds, there wouldn't be walls, since the cloud would stop somewhere, and you would see some blurry ground or water. No need for a roof, since that could just be some blue sky and stars (without other clouds "up there"). For mobs, there could be Maxwell there, whitch could turn out friendly, also, there could be all of the mobs you killed, but sort of a ghostly form, they would all be peacfull towards you and eatch others, you couldn't kill any of them becouse they're already dead There could also be a heaven castle with some guards that would attack you if provoked stealing from the castle attacking Maxwell, attacking other guard). The castle would work like a different world, once you come close to the door, there could be an animation or maybe you would walk in, and it would load. There could be rooms with godly armor/wepons/medalions and othere magic thingies. If you guys like this idea, i'll try to think about it more, and come up with some plants or new mobs! Sincerely- Makss
  12. I'm encountering difficulties trying to buy this game online, I gave all the information I needed to make the purchase by paypal yet despite giving the credit card number from my fathers Capitol One Venture Visa It said It wouldn't accept It along with a couple other visas we tried to purchase with but wouldn't accept. (I got his permission to use It) Can somebody please help me on finding a solution to this problem? (Could I be using the wrong kind of credit card or something?)
  13. Hello there! So, i've got an idea how the 3d hell could work. It would be like the "overworld", but instead of water, there could be magma, or some sort of other liquid, that would solve the walls problem! There could be little volcanos that would errupt magma, or maybe some volcanic mobs (volcano lizard or sumthin). When they would errupt, they would release whatever you decide, and also some smoke, whitch could be going up to the "sky", and creating black smoke clouds that would solve the celing problem! Maxwell could also have his castle there, or maybe there would be demon pigs with a castle, also maybe some other flying mobs (succubus or something). IF the admins of Klei Inertament Forum like this idea, i could try to draw some of it, and maybe other ideas!
  14. Bug Submission Please choose a category [Gameplay] Platform Steam Version Number - Issue title Can't Make Turkey Dinner Steps to reproduce Insert Turkey Dinner Recipe into Crock Pot Get meaty stew Describe your issue I put the turkey dinner recipe into the crock pot, but I only get stew. I tried it twice,but it won't work.
  15. So here's my concept; The letter W could switch to the letter M in worlds, which Devs. have said will be made in Campaign, I imagine a demonic world, where you have to fight Maxwell,and the story concept (my story concept) is that Maxwell is your demonic dad, and you're a test of your dad, as he tests your skill of survival, he named all his children with the first letter of their name with a W, since M is the word of power.So heres my concept of how you beat Maxwell, if you have to fight him; You craft a mirror, and you look into it.Your name changes to Milson, and You grow taller, and Hell-ish, Demonic-ish, (Your character turns red,) and you fight your dad, Maxwell, and send him back to the pits of hell, then you get the character,Wortox, which is your dad, Maxwell in the demonic version. WORTOX
  16. Like the title says I have keys for both, willing to trade both for a Don't Starve key. Had these two keys lying around for awhile. Just trying to get rid of them a get a little Christmas gift for my little brother. You can add me on Steam same name as my forum name: Aaronhawkeyes
  17. These are what the Characters say if you are quick enough to observe Maxwell in the beggining Wilson: "I hate that guy" Willow: "He's so condescending" ???: "?" Wolfgang: "?" Wendy: "?" I have only unlocked Wilson and Willow so far so more later /\v/\