[Everyone's to take to the new world and get used to the new housing. The population exploded overnight, and rooms are few. It's only a stroke of luck that beds weren't few.
Despite your stresses, however, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat nearby. Don't look up, but down- there's some sort of creature? Man? Dressed in blue armor, clutching a pamphlet and pointing to a number upon the attached ticket. That number seems to match yours...]
Good evening, friend. It appears we're bunk mates.
[He stuck out a little gauntlet-covered hand to shake. He even tried to stand on the tips of his toes for good measure, fight to get that extra bit of height. He seemed amicable enough.]
Random Encounter
[A flash! The screen shatters! Monsters have come to interrupt your day, gobs of drool running down fangs and claws flexing in anticipation. But you're not alone, as someone arrives to your left with a little flip. When he lands, all just-about-three-feet of him, he brandishes not a sword, not an axe... but a shovel.
In the next moment, he canted his head, humming thoughtfully. So this was how it was going to be, eh? He supposed he'd been in stranger situations against odder foes.]
Strange... I was getting the mail! Well, never mind. Let's get digging!
Shovel Knight | takeawildguess
[Everyone's to take to the new world and get used to the new housing. The population exploded overnight, and rooms are few. It's only a stroke of luck that beds weren't few.
Despite your stresses, however, there is the sound of someone clearing their throat nearby. Don't look up, but down- there's some sort of creature? Man? Dressed in blue armor, clutching a pamphlet and pointing to a number upon the attached ticket. That number seems to match yours...]
Good evening, friend. It appears we're bunk mates.
[He stuck out a little gauntlet-covered hand to shake. He even tried to stand on the tips of his toes for good measure, fight to get that extra bit of height. He seemed amicable enough.]
Random Encounter
[A flash! The screen shatters! Monsters have come to interrupt your day, gobs of drool running down fangs and claws flexing in anticipation. But you're not alone, as someone arrives to your left with a little flip. When he lands, all just-about-three-feet of him, he brandishes not a sword, not an axe... but a shovel.
In the next moment, he canted his head, humming thoughtfully. So this was how it was going to be, eh? He supposed he'd been in stranger situations against odder foes.]
Strange... I was getting the mail! Well, never mind. Let's get digging!