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  1. It was recently announced that the main cast would be revisited. Along with bringing them some much needed changes, their backstories would be revealed. The only two characters that we really have any info on are Maxwell and Wilson, so I thought I'd try to guess what Klei would bring to the table. Wilson would most likely be shown as his younger self: ...And would probably explore how he became obsessed with science in the first place. If he gets revamped, Wilson will probably get this as a skin. I guess that for Maxwell, they'd show more of the part of his life where he was a down-on-his-luck magician. While the events as to why he ended up the Constant have been long revealed, they might animate it and show more of the characters involved with his backstory. As for Wickerbottom, they'll probably also introduce her younger self as a skin and how she found out about the forbidden magics. Younger self shown here: Feel free to share your theories.
  2. The story and lore of don't starve is possibly my favorite aspect of the game. However, out of all playable characters, only Wilson and Maxwell have an in depth backstory that's been shown. So, I wanted to write a backstory and possibly hear your backstories of characters in the universe. Wigfrid Wigfrid grew up in a cabin in the woods, not too far from a small town. Growing up, her father hunted, mostly for game. Sometimes a younger Wigfrid was taken on these journeys and learned the in and outs of hunting. They trudged through the snow and dirt to find elks, deer, and sometimes even bears. On rare occasion she watched her father stand up against a mighty bear with his spear in hand, trying to intimidate the large beast. This would usually end in the bear toppling to the ground, and a new bear skin rug for the cabin. That was until one day, when her father came up against a bear that did not wait to play the intimidation game. The bear swiped at his face, scarring his eye and lip. Her father stabbed it in its chest, but it didn't seem to leave a dent. The bear took another swipe, and Wigfrid's once powerful, bear killing father, was bit back by nature. Wigfrid still remembers the moment where she stood shocked with fear at the sight. No inclination to fight; just shock. She remembers running through the forest, tears streaming down her face, fear overwhelming her. That moment made her promise to herself and to her deceased father: I won't back down from a fight. I won't have fear. As Wigfrid grew into her late teens, she spent her days training in not only hunting, but fighting. Her goal was to find the bear and avenge her father's death, but for years and years, she never found the beast. As time went on, a life of training and hunting for seemingly nothing weighed down on her, and she went into a more calm life. Discovering a nearby theatre, she applied for auditions as a mighty warrior, capable of fighting any foe. Her battle cries and combat skills got her in on day one. She enjoyed theatre, acting out scenes that she wished would happen in her real life. She fought dragons and monsters and whatever was apart of the play. But it wasn't enough. She remembered her goal: avenge her father. It's been years, she is in her mid-twenties. She's been sitting in this theatre growing an acting career. This wasn't her life. And so, she began the hunt again. And she found that bear. And she fought the bear, and she killed the bear. And the bear took off his head and said "Great job today, Wigfrid. We knocked em dead." The whole play was too real for Wigfrid. She started a downward spiral. Years and years of training in her life lead to a mundane acting career. Slumping down in her dressing room chair, Wigfrid looked at a strong, powerful reflection through a faded, dirty mirror. She needed a test of her strength. She needed to show the world that she isn't just an actor, that she is a warrior. Wigfrid slammed the desk and was about to punch the mirror too, until she heard a crackly voice behind her, coming from the radio. "Say, pal, you got a warrior's spirit huh? Why are you wasting your time in this shabby theatre? Say, if you just follow my instructions, you can show everyone all that training you did." I'm not sure if I will continue to write backstories. I also want to see others try this, and I could only really think of this one for Wigfrid.
  3. When Wendy was a small girl her twin sister Abigail seemed to be her parents favorite, she would do everything right and if she didanything wrong she would blame it on Wendy...so many times Wendy had got in trouble because of Abigail and she couldn't do anything about it. the only thing difference between the two twins was there hair. Wendy had a long straw like hair which was blonde and Abigail had long wavy hair of the darkest red. Wendy didn't understand how Abigail had red hair as there mother and father has blonde hair just like her. Many say that Abigail was allied with the devil just because of her hair and the way she acted around people. So there parents made Abigail where a wig each day and they kept her away from visitors just so she wouldn't disrespect there family.when the twins turned 12 Wendy was playing by the old abandoned well with her sister, Abigail was teasing Wendy that she was to scared to see what was down there, when Wendy went over to a well she fell down and her sister just laughed and left her there. no one found Wendy for two days and when they did she was just talking jibberish of how life was so hollow. Wendy was in the well cold and wet she couldn't understandwhy her sister hadn't told anyone she was there.'oh why didn't Abigail tell mama and papa i was down that well' she asked her nanny when they had finally found her.the nanny gave her a scornful look and hit her on the side of the head ' don't be stupid girl, Abigail would never do that to her own sister'Wendy never told anyone else that Abigail knew where she was because it only got her in trouble.then the night of December 15th Abigail fell terribly ill and Wendy was so worried that she was going to die, she asked for help from the only person she had heard of that could do such a thing like save a life. she asked the devil. when she asked if there was anything she could do the devil just laughed she even offered to sell her soul in exchange for her sisters life. then the devil stopped laughing and gave a 'why would i need your soul when your mother gladly gave up your sisters to save your life 6 years ago' Wendy was in shock, why would her mother do that to her own daughter even thenshe couldn't remember being ill or Abigail changing at all. yet she could remember a time where herself and Abigail where real close and would die for each other.she glanced back at the devil and asked 'is there anyone that could help to save my sisters life?'the devil laughed' why would you try and save her after she left you in that well for dead. she doesn't care, she wouldn't help you anymore' Wendy took a deep breath and looked at the monster in front of her ' i would save her because shes my sister she always has been even when you took her soul i could still connect to her likewe could never be apart. now tell me you parasite who or what can save my sister!' 'his name is Maxwell, he has been trapped for many years. but you could cut a deal withhim im sure he will agree.'Wendy agreed to meet this Maxwell and later that night a portal appeared in the twins room. a voice that sounded weak and ill said ' come forth child i shall help yousave your sister if you help me first. step forward and accept my proposal' Wendy was scared but still she took a step forward when Abigail grabbed her hand 'don't....trust.....any...of...them....leave....me...to...die..' Wendy looked down at her pale sister and shakes off her hand. before Wendy stepped in the portal she turned around and quietly apologized to Abigail. then Wendy stepped through the portal. 'Maxwell where are you?' a cold wind blewthrough the castle. she followed it and came to a throne room where a old man was sitting on the main throne 'so my child you have found your wayi see, i will help your sister. but first you have to prove your self worthy. i have 5 tests for you. complete them and ill save your sistershe will grow old and die just like you. but fail...and you will be trapped for ever until you can finish the deed' Wendy backed up wanting to run. the doors behind her slammed shut 'but how am i meant to do all that alone im only small ill never be able to do it' Maxwell pondered and then came up with a idea ' you wont be alone, your sister will be with you. well when i mean with you shes dead.' Wendy fell to the floor 'dead no she cant be you said you would save her!'Maxwell laughed ' not dead..dead she will be your guide. she will visit you at night. but only at night. you will not be able to touch her or talk to her. if you try she will hurt you she is only there to guide you nothing else''how can my own sister hurt me?''well it wouldn't be the first time now would it. its her spirit she can do what she pleases. complete my tests and ill save your sister'Wendy nodded and Maxwell picked up his staff and slammed it down on the floor. when Wendy awoke she was in a world she had never seen before. she was greeted by Maxwell. He told her she would need food to surviveand then he vanished in black smoke. Wendy stood up and looked around 'well looks like its time to survive and don't starve!'Hope you liked my interpretation of Wendys back story, sorry for any spelling mistakes
  4. Some time ago, a boy was born on a farm in Russia. He was named Wolfgang. From his birth, it was obvious he would grow up to be great and strong. He started working on the farm when he was only 8, and his stunning strength aided his sickly father greatly. Life seemed like it would go on that way forever...but all good things must end. Wolfgang's father died, leaving Wolfgang's mother broken with sadness and Wolfgang a whole farm to keep. He did his job well, but his family was quickly plunging into debt.In a desperate move, Wolfgang's mother sold the family farm. Inspired by a man he had seen at a circus, Wolfgang started a show, showing off his strength for money. It proved to be a great success, and hundreds of people came to watch Wolfgang the Wondrous lifting steel like it was nothing.But the world was changing. With the invention of the steam motor, no longer was great strength needed to push the plow or swing the scythe. Wolfgang continued his show, but could not ignore the dwindling amount of visitors. Day by day, less people came, and the applause of those who did was as empty as Wolfgang's pockets.One day, Wolfgang tried his hardest to get the audience to enjoy his show. He made an attempt to lift the one weight he had never carried. While he failed, he gave off all his strength. But for all his effort, the one man who came laughed at his face. Wolfgang went into a rage, and soon after, he wept over the man's body.The following day, Wolfgang brought his biggest dumbbell and a chain to the side of a lake. Forty feet to the bottom, and this was the one weight he had never managed to lift. He tied the chain to the dumbbell, then tied the other end of the chain to his leg. He then shoved the dumbbell into the water.Wolfgang's life flashed before his eyes, and then he realized what a terrible mistake he had made. He tried desperately to untie the chain, but it was too late. Wolfgang's vision went black, and the lake took him.Could this be the end? He was dry, but the sound of dripping water echoed around him. It was dim, and stank of seawater. It was a cave. As Wolfgang's vision returned to normal, he spotted a slim, suited man who was abnormally tall. This man walked towards Wolfgang, who then saw it was the same man he had attacked. The tall man took a cigar out of his mouse and said, "Hey, pal. Quite a show of bravery there, eh? Well, I've given ya a second chance. In a place where your strength can be appreciated by everyone! Just walk outta this cave, pal, and you'll have the time of your life! Just be careful for my lady friend, heh-she bites."The man then vanished, leaving Wolfgang in a vast wilderness with no sign of civilization. Wolfgang looked at it all for a moment; and he then headed out to redeem himself for what he had done.Fin.
  5. Alright, guys, in a wave of inspiration I have finished my back story for Abigail and Wendy! I hope you all enjoy and please tell me what you think! A WORD OF CAUTION: the following text deals with mature content such as bereavement, violence and racial discrimination. if you feel you are uncomfortable with these concepts, please do not read this tale. I mean to cause no offense. ~~~~~~~~~~ Occultway House had been deserted for six years now; its owner had perished in the Great War, his bereaved family downsizing to a smaller, financially manageable home, two towns away. But the great wooden I-house had two visitors this cold autumn night; two familiar visitors at that: young Wendy and four minutes younger Abigail. Tender footsteps unsettled the dust on the rickety floorboards leading to the girls’ old shared bedroom; in time with each step, Wendy’s hair bunches gently beat the length of her back. “C’mon, Abigail, we have to get this done! The moon is almost out!” An impatient whisper from Wendy, who gestured a hurrying hand to the straggling Abigail. “But... it’s... heavyyy!” She strained for each word, as she exerted her strength to forcing a crate, larger than herself, up the grand staircase. “Gosh, would you stop your complaining?! Just hurry up!” Wendy rushed back down the hallway to the staircase, lending herself to pull the crate from the other side. Together, the two girls managed to eke the crate over the top step, and then Wendy was off down the hall again, leaving Abigail to push the remaining distance alone. Wendy pushed ajar the door to the bedroom; she was careful not to grasp any of the peeling paint. The centrepiece of the room was a great queen-sized bed, which the twins had shared, with ornate bed posts and canopy. The reddish colour scheme – the twins’ favourite – could seldom be seen beneath the grime and now stirring dust. Wendy shot another silent gesture for Abigail to hurry; the legs of the work laden twin began to tremor from the heavy load, which pierced the eerie silence as it scraped along the floorboards of the hallway. A few moments passed, the crate was in and the door was locked – the twins always conscious of anyone entering behind them – and then they were ready. Wendy knelt, fidgeting, waiting edgily for Abigail to lift her nose from a ghoulish hardback book that lay open on the floor. Abigail held in one hand the only candle yet lit. The flame danced teasingly on its wick; without it there would be only darkness, and darkness brings only... They were sat on the circular woolen rug at the foot of the bad, with the crate lying to the left of the bed, closest to the door. There was also a bag of oddities; Wendy had emptied this onto the floor to her right, nearest to the window, which was covered by extravagant drapes – these, in turn, were coated in muck. Silence was the clearest adornment in this old place. Abigail continued to inexhaustibly analyse the text that lay before her. “Abigail, what is taking you so long?!” Wendy finally snapped. The dust beginning to skirt her clothes seemed to jolt away, as though in fright. “Please, Wendy, take thy beak out of my heart.” Abigail retorted calmly and eloquently, daintily turning to the next page of her book. “Argh! What have I told you about quoting your silly little books when you’re talking to me? All you ever do is gorge your greedy little mind on meaningless words! It never gets you anywhere, or you wouldn’t be sat up here in our ramshackle old house with me, doing... this!” Silence. Abigail stared blankly at the pages of her book. She tried to remain stoic, but she found it too hard to respond in another quotation. Her lips visibly trembled as her eyes, hidden by the angle of her now drooping head, welled uncontrollably with tears. “Abigail...?” Wendy queried, her stern tone softening on the final syllable. “It’s these ‘meaningless words’ that are going to bring our daddy back!” Abigail cried, as she tore from the book the closest page she could grab; she crumpled the paper and slammed it to the floor, too docile to throw it at her sister. “When I tried to just get on with things when all the boys and girls at school were picking on us, you had to rise to their petty little challenges, acting out and dragging me into things! You think you’re so perfect but you just... just...” Abigail screwed up her face, throwing her arms over her head in an internal conflict over whether or not she could feasibly insult her sister. “You’re trying to blame me for what happened to us?! It’s not my fault momma made friends with that... that... *****! This was all his faul-” “No it wasn’t! Jonah is just a man, just like any other one! If you actually picked up a book for five minutes instead of hissing every time I looked at one, you might actually learn a thing or two! He was in the war also, just like daddy, and there is nothing wrong with him just because he looks different!” Wendy was taken aback. Her sister had stood up to her. They often talked about how everything had gone wrong since their mother had found another man; the pupils and teachers alike bullied the twins, so they had run away – two towns away, back to their old home, where they lived with their parents before the war. Silence had once again ensued as the two stared down at the floor. Leaning forward and shuffling the short distance across the mat on her knees, Wendy took Abigail into her harms, kissing her gently atop the head. There they stayed for some time; two children, expected to cope with mature concepts in life - death, discrimination, homelessness. They just wanted back their father. A dazed, rumbling groan. It came from inside the crate, immediately drawing the attention of the girls, snapping them away from their tearful embrace. “Oh no!” Wendy reacted worriedly, staring at the closest face of the wooden crate. “Wh-what do we do?!” She frantically queried Abigail, but her eyes remained fixed on the crate. “D-don’t worry Wendy, we can do the ritual quickly, before it fully comes round! Uh, quick, get the candl...” Their hearts dropped; both realised the single candle that had lit the room for their entire stay in the house was about to go out. Wendy scrambled to find the other candles, but when she had emptied her bag, its contents had spread across the floor in dribs and drabs. “W-wendy? Wh-what about those candles?” Abigail squeaked quietly and fearfully, as the stirring beast began to grumble. “I... I think... I think they went under the bed... I, I can’t reach!” The candle went out before she could find anymore. They were left in darkness. “Squeee!” The beast was awake. A boar. “Wendy, it’s awake! It’s awake, Wendy!” The pig immediately began to slam itself against the side of the woodworm-ridden crate; the twins had found it in a backstreet littered discarded old items. It wouldn’t hold for long, and the boar was angry. “L-look, I found the knife, Abigail! C-can you remember the sacrament without the book?” “Wendy, I want to leave, Wendy!” “Come on Abigail, the door was locked and I can’t remember where I put the key, j-just try and recite the sacrament, okay?” Through streams of tears, Abigail began to recite the sacrificial sacrament, stuttering on every word and having to breathe jarred breaths through her staggered inhalations. The wood of the crate splintered and snapped; the brutish, frustrated boar bolted forward. “Don’t worry Abigail, just carry on!” Wendy shook uncontrollably, lifting the knife ready to protect her innocent twin sister. “I feel a strange kinship with- hnkf!” The sacrament was curtailed with a sick take on a hiccup. A stab in the dark. Wendy had missed her target. Abigail lay bleeding. “A-abigail? Abigail?! Abig-” Wendy was cut short by the blow of the brutish boar, which thrashed against Wendy, tossing her limp, unconscious frame to its side as it attempted to find its bearings. Wendy awoke next morning to find an awful truth: the stab wound had proven fatal; who knows for how long Abigail lay, as her punctured lung unwillingly accepted increments of fluid. Wendy herself had received nasty blows to the head and ribs, but nothing major; not that it mattered to her, of course. Wendy’s injuries were immaterial by this point. The doorway stood stripped of its corresponding door, indicating where the boar had made its exit. But Wendy did not exit. She sat with the body of her sister. She continued to sit for some time. She never left, at least not by her own accord... An unfortunate tale, I must admit, but my dealings are not with the fortunate. A part of my job description. How have I told you this story? Well, Abigail came to me herself; told me about her life with Wendy, their trials, their lacking tribulations... she wanted me to help. Well, at least they are both together now. What more could I afford to give to the child? What could she give me in return? . ... My name is Maxwell. I don’t give away happiness for free. ~~~~~~~~~~ EDITS: Lots of edits as I go along; I have a habit of posting first, proof-reading later.
  6. Hi everyone!I'm not sure if this is the sort of work you're looking for here on the forum, so before I go ahead and write an entire back story for the twins, I'd just like to leave this here to see if back stories are a thing!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Occultway House had been deserted for six years now; its owner had died in the Great War, his bereaved family downsizing to a smaller, financially manageable home, two towns away. But the great wooden I-house had two visitors this cold autumn night; two familiar visitors at that: young Wendy and four minutes younger Abigail. Tender footsteps unsettled the dust on the rickety floorboards leading to the girls’ old shared bedroom; in time with each step, Wendy’s hair bunches softly beat the length of her back. “C’mon, Abigail, we have to get this done! The moon is almost out!” An impatient whisper from Wendy, who gestured a hurrying hand to the straggling Abigail.“But... it’s... heavyyy!” She strained for each word, as she exerted her strength to forcing a crate, larger than herself, up the grand staircase.“Gosh, would you stop your complaining?! Just hurry up!” Wendy rushed back down the hallway to the staircase, lending herself to pull the crate from the other side. Together, the two girls managed to irk the crate over the top step, and then Wendy was off down the hall again, leaving Abigail to push the remaining distance alone.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Is this sort of thing okay?Thanks guys!
  7. if you do not appreciate this, don't hate. Fan art is very appreciated, as well as support and suggestions. NO DERAILING. Prologue I was a short man by the name of Wilson P. Higgsbury. I lived alone for about half a decade. I always was a great scientist, yet it seemed at a later time that every experiment or contraption I conjured always failed. One day, as I was trying to cultivate some kind of potion that I can't remember, a burst of smoke produced by the chemicals caught me off guard. I went to sit down into the back chair when a radio suddenly came into my focus. "Say pal, looks like you're having some trouble!" an unknown voice crackled from the old radio. "I have secret knowledge I can share with you... If you are ready for it." I grabbed the radio eagerly and nodded yes, excited. "Okay then!" the radio said, followed by a small, demon-like laugh.