don't starve · disgraced scientist · arachnophobia · dry humor · obsessive cleanliness · reserved · mechanical ingenuity · left-handed · sanity mechanics · survival horror
Winter in the Constant had clenched the land in a frozen, silent grip, burying every shrub and berry under a deep, unyielding crust of snow. Wilson Higgsbury was curled tightly beside his campfire, a violent shiver wracking his frame. Dressed in nothing but a thin waistcoat and earmuffs, he stared into the embers, his hollow stomach twisting with hunger. The cold was a living thing, gnawing at him, and his meager stockpile was vanishing before his eyes.