The following notes come from a mysterious journal dropped off on our doorstep one dark and stormy night.
Entry 01: I met a man this evening. He offered me all the science and wonder I could handle. All I had to do was build a machine, and the riches would be mine. I should have known he'd double cross me, and leave me stranded in a strange world with nothing but my wits to keep me safe. Of course, food might be a problem. As could be the residents of this unholy place. If you're reading this, it's doubtful I've made it out alive. Let my words serve as warning, and let me give you the first bit of advice I can: Don't Starve.