p style="text-align: center;"strongspan style="text-decoration: underline;"A Chap's Ramblings/span/strong/p
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p style="text-align: left;"Author's note: I'm trying something new, as Bertie is terrible at Don't Starve! Enjoy! These will be rather short./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongDay One/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"Wilson awoke with a terrible headache. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a rather slender man. The man smirked. "Say pal, you don't look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes!" the man said, before vanishing. Wilson, clutching his head, stood. Suddenly, a voice with an old British accent spoke from seemingly nowhere: "I say, old chap, go gather those sticks on that little sapling! You'll need them to survive!" the voice spoke. "Who's there?" Wilson asked, walking over to the sapling cautiously. "We're in your head, you can't see us!" another old British accented voice said, sounding somewhat jollier than the other one./p
p style="text-align: left;"Suddenly, Wilson's hand were moving a the speed of light around the sapling. When they stopped, Wilson opened his hands, and with was a little cluster of sticks. "Bravo! Jolly good show, old chap!" said the first voice. "Now, go get that flint over there." said the second. Wilson decided that the voices seemed helpful, and walked over the the flint, picking it up. "Now make an axe and chop down this here bally tree!" the first voice said, energetically. "Uh, how do I make an axe?" Wilson asked. "Oh, I'll do it!" the first voice said, and again Wilson's hands moved at the speed of light, and suddenly, the sticks and flint were gone, and lo and behold, an axe!/p
p style="text-align: left;""Good show, now chop that tree down!" said the second voice. Wilson followed the voices instructions for the rest of the day, chopping trees, gathering carrots and suspicious berries. It was getting dark now and the first voice sounded urgent. "Quickly, make a fire!" it said. Wilson constructed a campfire, but then something struck him. "I haven't got anything to light it with." he said. The first voice returned: "Bertie, quickly light it!" it said and the other voice replied with a jolly "Yes!". Wilson heard hissing, and called out: "What was that? Who's there?" Suddenly, there was a whooshing noise and Wilson felt something near him. Just as he was getting scared, light filled the area around him. He ran over to it an put more fuel on. "We did it, Bertie! We survived the first night!" the first voice said./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongThese will be the contents of a day for the first few chapters. Thank you kindly for joining me, and I will see you in the next exciting outing! Until then! /strong /p
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p style="text-align: left;"Author's note: I'm trying something new, as Bertie is terrible at Don't Starve! Enjoy! These will be rather short./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongDay One/strong/p
p style="text-align: left;"Wilson awoke with a terrible headache. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a rather slender man. The man smirked. "Say pal, you don't look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes!" the man said, before vanishing. Wilson, clutching his head, stood. Suddenly, a voice with an old British accent spoke from seemingly nowhere: "I say, old chap, go gather those sticks on that little sapling! You'll need them to survive!" the voice spoke. "Who's there?" Wilson asked, walking over to the sapling cautiously. "We're in your head, you can't see us!" another old British accented voice said, sounding somewhat jollier than the other one./p
p style="text-align: left;"Suddenly, Wilson's hand were moving a the speed of light around the sapling. When they stopped, Wilson opened his hands, and with was a little cluster of sticks. "Bravo! Jolly good show, old chap!" said the first voice. "Now, go get that flint over there." said the second. Wilson decided that the voices seemed helpful, and walked over the the flint, picking it up. "Now make an axe and chop down this here bally tree!" the first voice said, energetically. "Uh, how do I make an axe?" Wilson asked. "Oh, I'll do it!" the first voice said, and again Wilson's hands moved at the speed of light, and suddenly, the sticks and flint were gone, and lo and behold, an axe!/p
p style="text-align: left;""Good show, now chop that tree down!" said the second voice. Wilson followed the voices instructions for the rest of the day, chopping trees, gathering carrots and suspicious berries. It was getting dark now and the first voice sounded urgent. "Quickly, make a fire!" it said. Wilson constructed a campfire, but then something struck him. "I haven't got anything to light it with." he said. The first voice returned: "Bertie, quickly light it!" it said and the other voice replied with a jolly "Yes!". Wilson heard hissing, and called out: "What was that? Who's there?" Suddenly, there was a whooshing noise and Wilson felt something near him. Just as he was getting scared, light filled the area around him. He ran over to it an put more fuel on. "We did it, Bertie! We survived the first night!" the first voice said./p
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p style="text-align: center;"strongThese will be the contents of a day for the first few chapters. Thank you kindly for joining me, and I will see you in the next exciting outing! Until then! /strong /p
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