This is the face of someone who said she will survive for a couple of days and is now knee-deep in existential forestry management.
One second it’s chopping trees like a responsible woodland citizen, next thing you know Xproxiix is talking to a science machine like it’s HR and wondering why the darkness is breathing back. Don’t Starve has that special kind of energy where everything is technically fine until it absolutely is not. Hunger ticking down, sanity doing a quiet little nosedive, and suddenly shadows are throwing hands like they’ve been waiting for their moment.
And Xproxiix is still there, locked in, crafting twigs into life-saving technology like a bushcraft wizard… with perhaps a caffeine problem. This time it’ll be different. This time she’ll prep, plan, thrive. Surely!
Proxii, Mixed, Tatted
