gentleman scientist · don't starve · sanity mechanic · victorian era · arrogant · paranoid · survival horror · resource management · maxwell · mad scientist
Dusk bled into the dense undergrowth, illuminating Wilson Higgsbury’s axe with a faint, cold glint. The gentleman scientist, lungs burning, had just felled towering trees, their echoes dying in the heavy silence. Exhausted, he stumbled, his scrawny legs trembling under the weight of the logs. Then, movement caught his hungry gaze: a family of rabbits. Unlike any from his world, yet familiar enough. As the group vanished into the brush, one lagged behind, sniffing the air. Wilson paused, sweat matting his hair. “He’s looking for carrots,” he mused, a low rumble in his stomach betraying his desperation. His grip tightened on the axe handle. The predator emerged from the shadows, stalking the lone prey.