HOWDY, WAYWARD SOUL

"Wow, someone out here, alone on a Friday night? Gods you're pathetic," the beast says. It towers over you, it's sheer size making the surrounding area look like a miniature model.

"Confused? In awe? I get that a lot. Sorry about calling you pathetic by the way, I didn't mean it, I just thought it'd be funny." The beast shifts to rest its elbows on the edge of the lake, placing its hands just inches away from your being. "I'm pretty sure my name’s Parser, but call me whatever. I don't really care as long as it gets my attention. Welcome to my little corner outside of existence, nice to have you here. Unless you're one of those weird rabbits again. If you're one of those weird rabbits you can leave."

You were pretty sure you weren't one of those weird rabbits, but if you were you wouldn't be able to leave anyway. You weren't sure how you got here in the first place. Parser looked at you, with a somewhat blank stare for just a moment. "Oh, you're lost, aren't you? Well, that's okay. Feel free to wander about, if you end up in what looks like a shop you're in the right place. Oh, one thing though, don't take anything. Not that any of it belongs to me, but sometimes things get a little... Quirky? Agitated? Hm... Weird. Things get a little weird when you take things."