I'm still buzzing from the rush of it all, the thrill of the hunt, the surge of power. The Deerclops—ha, that giant blundering brute—it's dead. Finally, finally, after all these days of it terrorizing me, I've taken it down. Not just survived its attack, but hunted it, lured it, and destroyed it. It feels… satisfying. More than I expected, honestly.
The plan worked perfectly. I led it into the woods, let it crash through the trees like the mindless beast it is. And wouldn't you know it? That chaos woke the Treeguards. Watching them rise from the forest floor to face the Deerclops was a sight to behold—nature's own defenders, finally turning their rage on something other than me! It didn't last long, of course. The Deerclops tore through them, but not before they did what I needed them to do. By the time I stepped in, the beast was already bleeding. It was limping. Weak. And me? I was ready. Fully armed with my Hambat, shields of Log Suits and Football Helmets, and those Life Giving Amulets tucked safely away. I knew I'd need them. And I did—only once. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that when I got back up, I finished the job. I killed it. I didn't just survive. I conquered.
And now? I feel… calm. Relaxed, even. It's strange—before, every shadow in this world used to terrify me, every crack of a twig or whisper of wind sent me scrambling for safety. But now, something in me has shifted. I don't know if I should be worried about that. Maybe I've finally lost my mind, like I always feared I would. Or maybe I've just… adapted. Learned to live in this twisted world. Maybe this is what it takes to survive here, to thrive even. You have to let go of something. Some piece of yourself. In my case? It's the fear. That part of me is gone now. I used to think it kept me alive, kept me cautious, but I see now it was only holding me back. The Constant doesn't care about your fear. It'll keep throwing horrors at you whether you're afraid or not. So what's the point in being scared?
No, I'm not the same Wilson who was dragged into this nightmare. He's gone now. And good riddance! He was weak, scared, and desperate for an escape. But I'm not like that anymore. I'm stronger. Smarter. I've been broken down and built back up, over and over again, and now I'm something new. Something better.
This land, this world—it's not just trying to destroy me. It's shaping me. And I think I'm starting to like the shape I'm becoming.