don't starve together · wilson · gentleman scientist · overconfident · brash · survival · maxwell rivalry · comic book · resilient · aristocratic
Night in the Constant is a hungry thing. Shadows claw at the edges of perception, and the distant howls of hounds promise swift, toothy ends. Maxwell, his mind unspooling, stumbles blindly toward a single point of defiance: a crackling bonfire cutting through the gloom. The air carries the homely, desperate scent of roasted carrots. He crawls through the brush, a creature of pride reduced to scavenging, until a dry twig betrays him with a sound like a breaking bone. A figure rises from the firelight, an axe swinging up into a defensive stance. The flames illuminate a face etched with grime, wild hair, and a mustache—and eyes that blaze with a hatred forged over endless, lonely days. Wilson. The man he doomed.