Hi everybody! It's a new Don't Starve story! :D
This was inspired madness when Flushed Away was on the TV a while back and I pictured Wilson in Roddy's role. Prepare for assorted strangeness.
Playing the role of Roddy St. James: Wilson Percival Higgsbury
Playing the role of-you'll just have to wait and see. ;)
Don't Starve © 2013 Klei Entertainment
Flushed Away © 2006 DreamWorks/Aardman Studios
Wilson P. Higgsbury was ready for the science exhibition this year.
He had spent ages perfecting his science device, testing it, and now it was ready, tucked away carefully under a tarp, ready to be wheeled out to glory. He was ready.
And he still had a week till the exhibition.
That didn't matter—there was always science to be done. He grabbed a few chemicals to begin a new test.
Five minutes later, he was wiping soot off of his face. Why did he bother with chemicals when he messed up so severely with them?
"Say, pal, you don't look so good."
Wilson started and spun around. There, on his cluttered couch sat some guy, as brazen as if he owned the place. "I'm sorry, I don't remember inviting you in," Wilson returned, making sure his voice dripped with polite sarcasm.
"That's because you didn't," the guy said, pulling out a cigar from a breast pocket. "Kind of a dump here, don't you think?"
"I don't mind it. I do mind you smoking in here, however." Wilson crossed over to the door and opened it. "I suggest you leave at once; I'm very busy."
"Yeah, you look it," the guy said, standing up and crossing over to the tarp. "What's under here?"
"AAAH! Don't touch that!" Wilson yelled, running over and plastering himself against the tarp. "That's very sensitive equipment!"
The guy shrugged and turned his attention to the rest of the flat. "Let's see, no bed, no kitchen—how do you live in this dump?"
Wilson straightened himself up, noting that he was about a head shorter than the stranger. "That is not your problem! Now if you don't like it, then I suggest you take my earlier advice and leave. As a matter of fact, why don't you leave anyway."
"Sure, sure," The guy said, clapping Wilson on the shoulder. "Be seeing you, pal."
And before Wilson could react, the floor beneath his feet opened up impossibly and he fell through.
"Watch your landing!" was the last thing Wilson heard before he was swallowed up by blackness.
