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Enough with the formalities! ON WITH THE STORY!

Joon - Hello everyone! William's right next to m- OUCH WILLIAM DA HELL WAS THAT SLAP ABOUT!?

William - The readers expect me to get even with you... Even a little bit...

Joon - Whatever. Anyway, Don't Starve is the property of Klei entertainment but the story and William is mine, Wylie belonging to XxTerraxX, who writes pretty good short stories. Go check her user page and stuff. Yeah.

As soon as that thought went away, we (sadly) trotted over to the tree farm, just barely reaching it before the tree came. For those of you that didn't read the last chapter, the tree is a ginormous living tree that chased Wylie through the woods and right towards our base. Our plan of action was to burn it alive without scorching ourselves in the process. Hopefully, the living tree would burn as fast (or faster) as other trees, because if not, then we were mentally, physically, and all other -lly screwed. What a way to celebrate chapter 10, eh? (WARNING WARNING FOURTH WALL BREAK WARNING WARNING)

By the time we reached the tree farm, Wylie had went in one way and came out the other, with the tree dude still somewhere in the middle. Willow took out her lighter with a menacing smile, the little flame moving with the wind. It was getting pretty warm, like the middle of Summer. my brain sent a warning signal to me, but I didn't have time to figure out what I should be worried about. We were about to be either killed by a living tree or be burned to death, and that wasn't a very fun way to die, would it be.

Willow set the tree on our side of the tree farm on fire. About ten hours of work went up in flames, but at least we could get the charcoal. Besides, we had another tree farm to the south side of our camp, just in case there was lightning here too. Maybe we could make some drying racks or crock pots. I'd have to ask Wendy and Willow about that later, they were the food experts.

The burning of the trees, to be remembered as the great tree massacre, was worth it. The treeguard (which we decided to call it because it chased Wylie for cutting down a tree) howled in pain before it came out, barely alive, and two quick strokes with my spear finished it off. Somehow, the logs were still unburned, but that wasn't the weird part. They were living as well.

"Maxwell's magic might have to do with this," I said.

"No, no, no! The m- word is forbidden with me! Magic is the way of the past, science is the way of the future! I refuse to talk about such a horrendous thing!" Wilson exclaimed, exasperatedly.

"Whatever Wilson. I think William might be voicing what I was thinking, so if you're not gonna listen to anything related to magic you might as well just go over there and chop down some charcoal, it might be useful," Willow said, rolling her eyes. By this point, we were all (except Wylie) familiar with Wilson's mumbo jumbo about science. Wilson stayed, mumbling on about something. I really didn't get that guy sometimes.

"What I'm saying is that maybe since Maxwell's magic made this tree come to life, maybe we could harness that magic using these logs..." I said. Everyone's head turned to look at the living logs.

"Yep, that's exactly what I was thinking. How do you think we could do it?" Willow asked.

"Well, I think that we'll need these logs, for sure, and maybe some other parts from Maxwell's crazy creatures," Wendy said.

"Wait! Where's Wylie?" Wilson asked. She had truly disappeared while we were bickering over the magic. The sun was going down as well, and we were sure that she'd be killed by the Night Monster because when she had come she had had nothing but her dagger. Unless she could get some wood within... Five minutes.

"She's dead." I said.

"Who's dead?" Wylie yelled from a distance.

"Dang. She's here. Wylie! The sun's about to set!" Wendy yelled.

"I was getting some charcoal. Thought it would be handy."

"Wendy! Go and light the fire, it's three minutes till sundown!" I yelled. It would be a pity to die on day 8 (or is it 7? I lost track.) by the Night Monster, all five of us. Maybe Maxwell will anger us further by letting one of us live, living in sadness and despair.

I went back to imagining many more ways to kill Maxwell, many more ways to wipe that smile off his face. Funny how it calms me so much.

We had lots to do, what with making the crock pots and drying racks and our building projects. But that was for another day. We survived so far. We would not die.

We won't starve.

How about we beat your game, Maxwell?

More commentary by William. I'm working on computerizing William's OC so I can make it my user pic and so more people can decide whether or not to help. I have one helper who's sure to help me and two more who aren't sure, so keep the pics coming!

Also, sorry about the long period of no updates. There was a bug on the website that deleted this chapter every time I tried to upload it, so it took quite a while to get it up. Don't worry though, we're back to regular updates.

I'm thinking of starting a new story (which was actually the rough draft of this one) about Wilson and Wendy surviving in the wilderness. I later changed it to a first person view and having an OC with many characters, but I decided to keep on writing that draft with Wilson and Whisper, SpirahKoi's OC. Go check him out! I'll say when I decide to start this story.

Peace!