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The grass flows by ever so lightly, touching the soft hands of the wind as they push and pull in a relaxing rhythm Wilson lays on the wind that pushes and pulls the grass underneath. push and pull push and pull The world is filled with such beautiful rhythms, such grace and beauty withheld by darkness that wants nothing more than to sit in silence push and pull push and pull Wilson listens to these rhythms, he listens ever so closely, it is all he can do push and pull push and pull Wilson's stomach tears at him from the inside, ripping his throat to shreds it urges him to stand but his mind tells him otherwise he cannot speak, it causes too much pain, so he thinks. he thinks of the friends he wish he had, he thinks of the family he wish he had and he thinks of the thoughts he wish he had it all hurts, it all hurts he thinks, why is the sky blue? it doesn't matter, not anymore it all hurts, it all hurts "push and pull" he says weakly as the wind gently caresses him in its arms he doesn't care anymore, about pain, about life or about death silence he cannot hear now, he cannot see, he cannot breath it all hurts it all hurts push and pull push and pull so he thinks, what interest is there in the act of death? Wilson wouldn't know, he wouldn't know would Maxwell know? Maxwell wouldn't know, he wouldn't know it all hurts, it all hurts Wilson cannot hear, Wilson cannot see, Wilson cannot breath push and pull push and pull it all hurts it all hurts Why is the sky blue? http://shujuju.deviantart.com/art/Why-is-the-Sky-Blue-Don-t-Starve-478993350

Hey, everyone. Long-time lurker, first time poster. Something about Don't Starve made me feel like writing a poem. So I've decided to put it here for your amusement. I like to imagine the characters keep diaries. And that as they lose sanity, their entries become progressively more erratic as they begin ranting on and on about "shadow creatures". I visualized this as an entry in Wendy's diary when she's more or less gone completely insane (sanity <40, in game terms). I will say, it's pretty dark. Darker than I intended it to be. So it goes. *** Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak, Through the black-stained night you sneak, From the shadow, from the deep, To my darkened room you creep. Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak, Though these sturdy walls my keep, Through the very cracks you seep, Aiming for my throat you leap. Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak, For my virgin blood you seek, Feel your tongue across my cheek, Of what next – I cannot speak. Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak, You will never let me sleep, Though I scream and though I weep, To stop you I am far too weak.

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.

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid -e.e. cummings I am seeing DS in everyday life, now. Here's to hoping my irl sanity isn't a gradual descent into madness.