The Beast

I remember it. Well. It had fangs...

Oh, sorry, reminiscing. Facing Edgar, yes? Sorry, I was just thinking...

It was some time ago. I was facing...

Well, I'll just read you the notes...

"A battle starts.

The Wolf emerged!

The Author Writes with Hope!

The Wolf took 9999 mortal damage!

The Wolf died!

Glad he was weak as is, now...

I approach my foe. A foe of which we shall never speak again. A for I called...

The Beast.

A battle starts.

The Beast put on The Mask of Beatings!

The Beast strikes The Wolf!

The Author was inflicted with Wrath!

The Author attacks!

The Beast took 3000 damage!

The Beast attacks!

The Author took 6000 damage!

The Author attacks!

A critical hit!

The Beast took 9999 mortal damage!

The Beast put on The Mask of Drugs!

The Author's will began to waver!

The Author's stats decreased!

The Author got over his Wrath!

The Beast smokes something!

The Author seems uneasy.

The Author's agility decreased.

The Author Writes with Courage!

The Beast took 9999 mortal damage!

The Beast put on The Mask of Words!

...

The Author forfeited!"

There. Never again. Never ask me what The Beast and The Wolf symbolise, and whatever you do, do NOT seek out The Wolf...

*In a secret passage on your third door to your left on the next floor.

Abby!

*Not sorry.

Chains. Dead.

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