Hello fellow fans of Don't Starve! I am so fascinated by the lore behind this game, so for a while now, I've been coming up with all of these stories and theories in my head. Now, just so you know, many of you are going to be angry with may ideas, so just a warning. Anyways, enjoy!

Pain. That's the first thing that I can remember. I'm lying on the floor, helpless from the flames that embrace me. I try to call out for help, but I can hardly even breathe. As the fire increases, I continue to burn. The heat is unbearable, and my whole body is stinging. I know that my life is ending. As my eyes close, the last thing I think of is my family, and now I can't even remember any of them.

My name is Winnie. At least, that's what I'm called. When I woke up, I was found inside of a hospital, with no recollection of anything other than my supposed death. When I started telling people about the fire, they were concerned for my mentality. They almost had me sent to an asylum, but once I started keeping my mouth shut for a while, they saw "improvement," and sent me to the orphanage. At the beginning of my awakening, there was a huge search for my family. However, after a couple of years, everybody gave up and forgot about it. I'm assuming they died in the fire as well. I wasn't ever expecting to get adopted, but I guess you can't really be certain about things when it comes to life. I have a nice family now-or at least, had a nice family.

For the next few years, things were looking up for me. I had a pretty normal life in California. Every now and then, on very special occasions, we would go to Disneyland every year or so during the summer. Time flew by, and I graduated from college at age 27. One day, at my lonely apartment, I got a call from my parents. They told me that they were taking a vacation to the U.K. this summer, and wanted to invite me to come. Happily, I agreed, and started preparing for my vacation.

A while later, I was flying over to London with my mom and dad. We talked most of the time, informing each other on what was going on in our lives. Once we landed, we looked around the city for a bit, but not for very long, because we needed to grab our luggage and head over to the house that we rented. Once we were done looking around, we got in the car that we rented and began our drive that was quite long. After some amount of time, we were driving on an old deserted road.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yes?" he replied.

"You didn't inform me that the place we're staying at is in the middle of nowhere."

"It was the cheapest that we could afford," mom answered, "paying for the flight alone was expensive enough."

"It's a very old house from the 1930's!" dad said in an excited tone. "I think it'll be a real experience!"

I just stayed silent. Why would a house that old still be standing? You would have expected a building that's several decades old to have been knocked down and replaced with an outlet mall or something like that.

"We're here!" dad cheered.

I got out of the car to behold what was probably the creepiest looking house I've ever seen. You could easily tell that it was very old, with it's rickety unstable frame, faded-out paint, and marks all over the house, such as smashed windows, graffiti, and what appeared to be scratch marks. With the dark, gray clouds that loomed above in the sky, it looked like a perfect haunted house. The flight must have been ridiculously expensive for my parents to have gone this far with their savings.

"What do you think, Winnie?" my dad asked. I looked at the place, and then answered:

"I think this summer is going to be a strange one."