Hi Everyone!

Sorry for late updates these days, I started my Terraria story (on my user page right now! Check it out!) and I'm writing the storyboard for a minecraft story, AND I'm on vacation somewhere in California so expect less updates, at least till Thursday. Thanks for understanding and please check out my Terraria story (I'm writing chapter 1). Also, thanks to the people that reviewed, and I'll try to write longer chapters. Also, I will do an interview with some of the questions sent by random people to my PM. If you have any as well, send them to me! I also decided to do something different before each chapter, so here it is.

Joon (the author)- Don't Starve is not the property of the author but of Klei Entertainment and is copywrited by that company. If you want to buy the game, it is on Steam and their website. The characters and the storyline are the authors and is not a source for plagiarizing.

William- Hey, what are you doing? This isn't your story, get out of here!

Joon- You do realize I created you, right?

William- Oh.

To set things clear:

1: I do not own the pictures. If you recognize one as yours and wish for it to not be shown please send me a PM.

2: This is not the Final Draft going on Amazon. If you spot any grammer, punctuation or spelling mistakes send me a PM as well.

3: Enjoy the story!

I almost forgot: SHOUTOUT to XxTerraxX for being awesome and sending me his amazing OC! Also shoutout to the two Guests that sent me one, I may or may not put them in, so don't expect it to come out anytime soon.

I never denied being a fool. It sets me apart from everyone else in this room. - the author.

I had let my guard down after finding Wylie, a trigger-happy sadistic girl. Maybe that was a bad idea, considering that the demon had just threatened me with pain and torture. Unfortunately, that didn't really get into my mind until the Tall Birds came.

Seriously, by now you're all probably thinking my names for things suck, but I'm a man that says it as he sees it. So if you hate my names, screw you.

Anyway, as we rammed through the trees and out into the meadow, a whole bunch of those things came out at us. Wylie screamed, though whether it was of joy that something she could stab to death had appeared or of fear, I didn't know.

The tall birds had huge menacing beaks that looked like they could skewer an elephant, one eye in the middle of their black face, tiny little black wings (That would have been funny, if I was not about to die.) and huge long legs.

'Maxwell, you are the shuckiest shuck-face I have ever seen in my fourteen years of life. Actually, maybe my sixth grade teacher was the worst.' I thought.

'Impossible! No one beats Maxwell in anything! I forgot to mention this to you.' Maxwell... telepathised. Is that a word? It should be. It sounds amazing.

'What? What did you forget to mention?' I 'thought' back.

'I can sort of make a telepathic connection with you?' Maxwell said. I'm just gonna go with 'said'. Telepathy makes my brain hurt.

'Oh come on! Now I'm getting attacked mentally and physically? Get the hell out of my brain Maxwell!' I screamed.

'Sure thing, pa-'

'I'M NOT YOUR PAL AND NEVER WILL BE! JUST GET OUT OF MY MIND, BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR HELL-DEMONS!'

'Jeez, no need to get angry. I'll see you later, or at least your dead body...'

Things were seriously creeping me out in this world, but I had to face my problems right in front of me for now. And that problem were those stupid tall birds in front of me. Three of them, to be exact.

I was really wishing I had Wendy's dead twin to help me out (Yeah. That's how desperate I was.) when I got my wish. Wendy and Abigail came running out of the towering grass of the savanna, followed by Willow and Wilson. 6 vs. 3, and we had a freaking GHOST (not the army type, Call of Duty fans.) on our team. What could possibly go wrong?

The answer to that question was... Everything that happened afterwards. After a gruesome fight of the pairs Wendy and Wylie , me and Abigail, and Wilson and Willow fighting a tall bird each, I came out with a broken rib and numerous scratches and bruises, while the others came out with just scratches and bruises. I got the broken rib from the darn bird (okay, that's not the best word, but this is a T story, remember?) falling on me after I cut its leg off. Unlucky me. At least we got six huge pieces of meat, which we would make into three meaty stews later. What? It was pretty much berries, water, rabbit morsels, and tall bird meat! Meaty stew! Yay! Ahem... Anyway, we made it back in time before the sun drooped under the horizon, me panting and coughing along the way. That's a lesson kids, don't try to break your ribs at home!

As we made our shifts, all of us sleeping a few hours longer because of Wylie, I noticed a caged-animal sort of look in Wylie's eyes. I also saw her sneaking glances at Willow and playing with her dinner. Odd. I thought they were friends (I got confirmation when Willow and Wylie sort of showed affection to each other. Sort of.)!

After I was woken up by Wylie (whose shift was before mine) in the middle of the night, she started talking to me.

"William?" she asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"I don't think it's a good idea for me to be all holed up here and stuff." she said.

"What!? But you just can't survive on your own around here! Why do you think I denied Maxwe- Oh yeah, I didn't tell you guys yet." I said.

"Denied him of what?" She asked, curious.

"He told me he could give me more knowledge and stuff if I left you guys. Like he actually would." I chuckled.

"You don't understand, this isn't anything like what happened between you and Maxwell. I just can't stay in a single place like this. I feel caged or something if I don't keep moving on. Moving on. Keep on going so the memories don't get back to me..." She murmured. Maybe she was talking about what turned her so sadistic.

"It's your choice I guess. Shouldn't you at least wait till morning?"

"Why, so I could make more painful farewells? I'll try to get back soon. Just tell Willow goodbye for me. See you idiots later." she said as she walked into the shadows with a torch, leaving me staring at the light going farther away.

After I explained to the others what happened (with Willow almost punching my face off) We went back to work. I had a bad feeling that I wouldn't see her again. But that's a different story.

Yay! Longer chapter! By the time I finished typing this I got about twenty questions for me and the characters of this story, so I'll make the next chapter an interview! Thanks for reading, and see you all later!