>>6009281You are awakened by the sound of festive music roaring from outside your window, feeling yourself having a hard time taking the covers off your furred body. Your massive, three-digit hands rubbing against your eyelids as you try to fully immerse yourself into reality.
It’s been a month since you were found in the middle of buttfuck nowhere and taken to this once abandoned house. You don’t remember much about yourself or whatever is this place. You were named “Bearmon” by the inhabitants of this village as they claimed this to be what you were, and you couldn’t help yourself but to take them by their word. Still, memories began to return to your sleepy frame-Today’s the village’s anniversary and they were throwing a day-long party. Everyone was tasked to gather something for the communal pot, so they could feast at midnight.
You take your cap and you surround your fingers and torso in leather, preparing for yet another day.
You are currently in a small room made out of old wood and straw, with the only other room separated by a door being the bathroom. There’s a chest at the foot of your bed frame. There’s another door at the other side of your room that leads straight to a path that’s basically untended and covered in grass and vegetation
[>Go outside and see the village]
[>Check chest]
[>Check the bathroom]
[>Use the other door that leads straight to the forest]
[>write-in]
