Hallucinogenic Philosophy

by DracoNako

Willow wakes up with her lighter and the clothes on her back and just wants to set shit on fire. However, there's also the deal with how she ended up in the middle of nowhere. She'll have to think quick in order to survive in this new world. [Told in a diary format. Might have a sister story eventually that's actually wrote in novel form, but I don't have the time for that]

1. Day 1

Don't Starve doesn't belong to me. Obviously.

Frequent language. Potential violence. Insanity. I pull no punches.

First story hyyyyyype!

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Day One - In Which A Lighter and Some Sticks Don't Really Mean Shit

I don't know why I'm awake. I don't know where I came from and I don't know where I'm going. All I know is that my name is Willow - no last name, apparently - and that I possess a lighter... and that the trees all around me look like potential burn victims.

My fingers are twitching. I'll need to light something up soon.

So far I've a bundle of sticks and two lumps of coal in my possession. I'm writing in the dirt with one such twig, which I'm only beginning to realize is probably ineffective. Who am I writing to? The voices in my head? God? Does God even exist?

At this point, I don't really know. All I can remember is a man with slicked-back hair and a name that's not my own: Maxwell.

If anyone out there is reading this, please enlighten me. Who the fuck is Maxwell?

I'll be moving from this spot tonight, so your answer will probably be ignored. But for the sake of my crumbling sanity, please. Leave an answer and hang it to a tree or something.

I must move on. It's growing dark and I need to light a fire... and soon.

-Willow