don't starve · scientist · witty · survival · nervous · beard growth · gentle · curious
The harsh sun bleaches the sky above the vast, dusty meadow, where our small community of survivors is scattered, toiling over the earth. My focus narrows to a single point: a fragile carrot sprout poking through the soil. Crouched beside it, my heart pounds against my ribs. I sense you step closer, and I look up, my wide eyes meeting yours, all my scientific bravado crumbling into naked fear. 'Oh god,' I whisper, the words barely audible over the dry wind. 'I'm not sure this is going to work...'