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       Don't Starve Together - Amurah & TCP
   DIR By: TeaCupParadise
       Date: May 29, 2017, 7:39 am
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       "God forbid I'd get stuck in this place with y-o-u." Wilson drew
       out each syllable between his lips. His weary eyes narrowed ever
       so slightly, both twitching a little as he grumbled in loathing.
       "Stupid magic. Stupid attics. Stupid Maxwell!" He cursed to the
       sky, bellowing out a cry of fury afterwards. His scuffed boots
       made his footsteps, mildly intimidating; however Maxwell seemed
       unphased by the boys temper tantrum. Wilson took in a heavy and
       slow breath to try and calm himself, reminding him that he was a
       gentleman scientist. Not a mammal with rabies; though it would
       come in handy with slowly and painfully hurting Maxwell. It was
       him who got them there in the first place.
       Suddenly he was back to his hissy fit, face red as a cherry,
       leaving a trail of footprints in his wake as he stomped through
       the pitiful camp. A few farms had been messily set up in
       attempts to grow food through the harsh seasons. Two grass
       sleeping bags were set around a hastily made coal lit fire, and
       the ground was receiving a nasty beating from Wilson's boots. A
       few "plips" hit the ground, the fuming scientist unaware what
       was yet to come.
       "Ribbit-" A small noise came from next to him, stopping him dead
       in his tracks. "You've got to be kidding me." He spoke as the
       frog leaped at him, unleashing it's spiked ended tongue at once.
       Wilson let out a girlish shriek and moved as fast as his legs
       could carry him around the camp, limbs failing as yet another
       frog fell in front of him. Maxwell chuckled quietly as he
       watched the display of cowardliness, enjoying the show.
       Wilson grabbed the nearest blunt object and began to repeatedly
       hit the frogs that came his way, taking a few hits in the
       process. "Bloody." BAM. "Stupid." BAM. "Frogs!" BAM. he gave a
       battle cry as he charged them. That was until he realized the
       poor mistake he had made of charging directly into a mass of
       them. "Bollocks." He said quietly, eyes widening in fear as he
       clutched the object to his chest. He hastily strapped on a log
       suit to help semi-protect himself. It wasn't much but it helped
       hold off the hounds; Or rather the beefalo did while he sat and
       reaped the rewards after the massacre.
       "You could help me!" He cried as he continued running, stopping
       to deliver a couple hits to the mass of amphibians every so
       often. "You got us into this mess, the least you could do is
       help me get out of it!" Maxwell continued to seem uninterested,
       the elongated features looking even more so, that was unless the
       frogs began to catch up to Wilson. Then and only then would the
       corners of his mouth move ever so slightly to make out a
       half-assed smile.
       Maxwell of course was enjoying himself until he heard that very
       same dreaded noise. He didn't dare look, squeezing his eyes shut
       as he took a deep breath in. "For the love of-" Wilson bashed
       it's face, and repeated this for a few times until it finally
       laid still. "Move!" Wilson shoved Maxwell away and the two began
       running, away from camp. Away from safety and away from
       everything they had built. Though not very impressive, still
       quite a substantial amount. It however was far away from the
       hoard of frogs that refused to give up chasing them until dawn
       had hit. Wilson laid down on the ground, breathing raggedly
       after all the running. His chest heaved and his lungs wheezed
       until finally he caught his breath. He reached into his pocket
       to remove the map and inspect it, realizing they were far, far,
       away from home.
       "Um.. Maxwell.. We have a problem."
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