Update: Hiatus for a while My name is Joe. I've been playing games about dungeon-building all my life with the hope of being able to manage or create one myself. Of course, I know there were no dungeons IRL, but who knows? A good friend of mine who knows of my obsession with dungeons gave me a birthday gift yesterday. It was a game in a different genre than what I played usually. But since it was a gift he gave me, I played it. Though there weren't really any "dungeons" in it, the oldies Eastern aesthetic took me in. I played it as soon as I got it from him, no questions asked. What did it give me?! Unwanted transmigration into this world of extra bullshit!!
"That bear is freakin' strong." That's the only comment I could give.
We all were shocked by how smoothly the bear moved. It was a veteran at it. All of a sudden, a small breeze flew by. It brought the youngster's torn robe to the bear's shoulders, draping over them like a cape would.
The bear clearly views this as an honor. It stood there gallantly like a knight-errant, and the sun too reveled in its glory. Light rays came from above and shrouded the bear in glistening luminosity. As if cognizant, it dropped down to all fours after noticing the humanoids around were staring. It went back to the place it found pleasant before, and slept peacefully.