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"Toko eh?" He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and shake, a grin on his lips. He pulled his hand back, realized it was dirty, and gave it a quick wipe down. Mention of the bakery sent his stomach rumbling again, and given the amount of work they were doing, it was liable to continue to rumble...

Her words hung in the air whilst he chewed his lower lip, drumming his fingers idly on his thigh while he let all of that sink in. Perhaps he'd dove off the deep end with this question, but it was something he needed to know. Understanding was the enemy. "I don't plan on dying, like I said...

Brutus frowned as she seemingly recoiled from his offer, not that said reaction was strange, but perhaps in that he was simply hoping the hail mary pass would have ended in a touchdown. She wasn't likely to crack open just with a pretty please and a ten minute lunch. She would probably need...

"If it was I musta slept through it." Brutus was fairly certain this was either a bit, or a really quirky NPC. They way they spoke and went about their work was...peculiar. Incredibly chipper even, but he kept pace, smashing branches until Gertrude's yard was finished, with the energizer...

Brutus jumped a moment at her outburst, but watched with a mix of fear and curiosity as she wrangled herself back under control. That was...new and unusual but he feared asking her about it might trigger another event. "I see. Fourth death is the real deal, third death locks you in." He paused...

Brutus' eyes widened as the bear of a lion approached him. He'd met all sorts in this game, elves, machines, even other beastfolk, but this man was the second he'd ever met who'd embodied his certain sense of... Aestetic. He was also a mountain of a man, though not as tall as Brutus but...

Brutus looked up as be snapped a large branch in half over his knee like a twig. A...bunny girl...woman? Was approaching him. Did she just...? He blinked for a moment, letting it sink in that he'd never heard a foreign language in game besides goblin, let alone an earth one. "Yo!" He...

Brutus narrowed his gaze as she spoke, dumping a mountain of data to parse through in one jumbled heap. It was like she'd just presented him a word search, and his normally dumb gorilla mind wouldn't have been able to handle it, but for a moment being Brutus wasn't worth the effort right now...

"Eh," Brutus shrugged. "The danger to Honeyhome is dealt with. Stankin's knows me by name so it doesn't matter if I show up today, tomorrow, or a week from now. What does matter..." he trailed off motioning to her. "Is the mystery I've been presented here. Did you say you're locked into...

"Yeah...sorry bout that one. Three of em got the drop on me so I kinda had a knee jerk reaction." Brutus turned his head to the direction the woman had pointed and squinted. Stuffing another ball into his barrel, he squinted, took aim, and BLAM. Sent a shot firing off into the distance. He...

Brutus found himself on the run. Three down, four left to go. They couldn't be much further ahead than the attack party he was sure of it. A mix on reasoning and animalistic instinct was roaring through his head as he stomped through the ground. His blast had set off a lot of local wildlife...

"I'll have uh...." Brutus squinted down at the menu. He didn't really know what sort of cuisine he was looking at honestly, something about curry? He didn't know much about Curry as Olivier, let along Brutus the mountain man. He was looking like an ass now, he needed to hurry up and pick...

Goblins, it was always goblins. Brutus found himself heading further west than he'd ever found himself before. Leaving the bounds of Faldren for Astorea, which...honestly didn't seem like much of a difference since he was essentially in the same forest he called home. Ironic really, he though...

The day started like any other. Brutus found his eyes opening in Terrasphere sleepily. As if he'd just woken up from a long sleep rather than donned his headset and logged on. He let out a grunt, stretched his limbs and felt his joints crack. Sliding into this body was beginning to feel like...

The town was abuzz with rumors. It'd started when one of the huntsmen disappeared, then the men sent to look for him vanished. Old man Stankins was not having it, so he turned to one of the aces he kept up his sleeve just in case. Brutus found himself sitting in the towns main tavern, sat...

"They're ghosts in them woods Brucie I'm tellin ya!" Brutus sat across from one of the elderly huntsmen of Honeyhome, casually sipping a cup of warm cider thoughtfully as he listened to the mans tale. He'd begun to forge a bit of a name for himself as a hero of the people, no matter how big...

With Ilya clawing him free, Brutus was freed up to take care of the other two as the charged forward towards him. He let out a grunt, eying his health bar as it had dipped to about half, and then decided that he would need to step things up. He charged forward, tossing a canonball up into the...

"On it!" When she dashed back he simply grinned and took a step forward, placing himself between her and the oncoming attackers. She'd dusted one of four, leaving three left. Two were closing in fast, the last was still picking his ass of the ground reeling from his shot. They continued to...

"On it!" This thing would give the Killer Rabbit from Montey Python a run for its money. Hopped up on 'roids and rage it had survived being shot into the sky, lit ablaze, and taken a whipping and kept on kicking. He was running out of option, so was his partner. He had to remember all of the...

160 "No seriously, that cat lady is right this way." Brutus hastened his speed, urgency in his voice as he practically jogged down the hall. He could smell her scent wafting in the air, and using that he managed to avoid any of the pitfalls, traps, or sensors used to alert the guard...