From what he can tell, he lasted a good hour inside of the creation screen. There were so many options he just had to try them out! Having that reset button was quite the convenience as well, as once he was done messing around it was time to make his true, other, self within this video game. How many years had it been since these things came into being? Last he checked they were all little pixels on a screen before the years rushed on by and hyper realism became the new fad of the decade.
But then, in that small little fishing municipality in the far northern regions of Norway, there was not much to do or experience in his youth.
Soon, however, the darkness of the loading screen parted to grant the massive bear of a man vision to the new world around him. No, he was literally a bear in this world, ironically named Bjorn. Or at least as much of a literal bear as he was allowed to be. His existence as a Beastfolk came with the ears of a polar bear alongside sharper, dark nails and a nose befitting such. He was already the hairy sort, and did not have to do much in regards to looking as though he belonged in this world. Aside from the fact the old fellow based himself on a polar bear despite the fact that species lived much, much further north.
"This ... is quite the show," Bjorn said with a grin, his booming, deep voice melting into laughter. He pushed up his glasses and looked down. Right. He needed to at least get his bearings here. Moving one foot forward, then another, the man walked around in a few, small circles and stretched out his arms. Keeping his own stature from the real world did wonders for his control here. It was the nose which proved to be the most difficult part, Bjorn sniffing and rubbing his polar bear nose every so often. He often pinched the sides of his nostrils trying to get used to its movements.
But he managed to ignore the feeling for now and stepped onto what seemed to be a main path. From what the old bear gathered, the markers and set up seemed more equivalent to a more medieval sort of era, perhaps even pre-Renaissance, but he needed to gather more evidence than wandering through the forest. Chuckling, Bjorn placed his hands behind his back and began to take a walk down the path, seeing where the road took him.
@Herrscher
But then, in that small little fishing municipality in the far northern regions of Norway, there was not much to do or experience in his youth.
Soon, however, the darkness of the loading screen parted to grant the massive bear of a man vision to the new world around him. No, he was literally a bear in this world, ironically named Bjorn. Or at least as much of a literal bear as he was allowed to be. His existence as a Beastfolk came with the ears of a polar bear alongside sharper, dark nails and a nose befitting such. He was already the hairy sort, and did not have to do much in regards to looking as though he belonged in this world. Aside from the fact the old fellow based himself on a polar bear despite the fact that species lived much, much further north.
"This ... is quite the show," Bjorn said with a grin, his booming, deep voice melting into laughter. He pushed up his glasses and looked down. Right. He needed to at least get his bearings here. Moving one foot forward, then another, the man walked around in a few, small circles and stretched out his arms. Keeping his own stature from the real world did wonders for his control here. It was the nose which proved to be the most difficult part, Bjorn sniffing and rubbing his polar bear nose every so often. He often pinched the sides of his nostrils trying to get used to its movements.
But he managed to ignore the feeling for now and stepped onto what seemed to be a main path. From what the old bear gathered, the markers and set up seemed more equivalent to a more medieval sort of era, perhaps even pre-Renaissance, but he needed to gather more evidence than wandering through the forest. Chuckling, Bjorn placed his hands behind his back and began to take a walk down the path, seeing where the road took him.
@Herrscher
