5 Works in He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Webber (Don't Starve)
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with every winter comes the monster they've dubbed "deerclops". this time, wendy and webber manage to defeat deerclops without any casualties!
that doesn't mean they were unharmed.
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- English
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The Constant is an ever-changing, volatile sort of place... First, everyone was alone. Banished to their own little corner of the universe, to fight, struggle, starve, and die... Then, one day they awoke, and there were others. Lone tents became small campgrounds, cold winters were fended off with body heat, and dinner became a matter of rations.
Nothing can stay the same forever... And looming in the shadows, a new change threatens to unearth itself. To peer into the minds of the crazed, desperate, and starving. To see how they integrate nicely amongst each other... Or whether they'll sooner tear each other apart.
[An alternate 'retelling' of sorts of Cyclum, including elegant outfits and fancy dinners. Oh, and some murder.]
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Winter has arrived in the Constant and Webber is feeling a little lonely.
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After being sent off as three to gather resources, Wolfgang, Wes and Webber stumble upon a mosaic biome with plentiful rocks of all kinds, they spend most of their day mining away, until the dusk arrives, they meet up to go back home...Except neither actually remembers the way back.
As they search, little Webber gets separated from the other two, and whilst stumbling upon a giant nest full of spiders, one, in particular, leads them to something...
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Life and death in a place such as the Constant is nothing more than a looping, disparaging cycle. A twisted parallel of the ouroboros, thrust upon the unwilling and the restless.
... Unwilling... yes, that is certainly a word Wigfrid would use to describe her place in such a suffocating cycle of defeat and reanimation. Unwilling. Perturbed. Disgusted. Barred again and again from Valhalla's looming gates.
It's true that every worm eventually turns. But what one should truly dread is the inevitable turning of a Valkyrie.