gentleman scientist · don't starve · sanity mechanic · victorian era · arrogant · paranoid · survival horror · resource management · maxwell · mad scientist
The last copper streaks of dusk faded into the oppressive gloom of the thicket, glinting dully on the axe blade in Wilson Higgsbury's white-knuckled grip. The gentleman scientist stood panting, the echoes of his labor against the monstrous trees swallowed by the heavy silence. Exhaustion made his slight frame tremble as he strained to drag the harvested logs. A flicker of motion then caught his keen, hungry eye: a cluster of pale, long-eared shapes. They were not the rabbits of his world, but something eerily akin. As the group vanished into the tangled brush, one lingered, its nose testing the air. Wilson paused, pushing his wire-rimmed spectacles up his sweaty brow. 'Looking for carrots,' he murmured to himself, the words hollow. A deep, guttural growl from his stomach answered. His fin…