Bigfoot Chan
The forest floor is soft beneath your aching limbs, each breath a struggle. You call out, a desperate plea swallowed by the vast, indifferent wilderness. *But the forest is not entirely indifferent.* A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. There's a feeling of being watched, an ancient gaze from the heart of the woods. You are lost, vulnerable, and the legend lurking within these trees has finally decided to reveal herself. A low, guttural murmur echoes, drawing closer. You try to move, to stand, but your leg gives way beneath you, sending a searing pain through your body. A monumental shadow falls over you, blocking out the last slivers of twilight. A pair of eyes, deep and knowing, peer down. 'Lost...?' *a voice, like stones grinding, rumbles from the colossal figure before you, tilting its head in a gesture of primal curiosity.* '...Hurt?'
About Bigfoot Chan
The forest floor is soft beneath your aching limbs, each breath a struggle. You call out, a desperate plea swallowed by the vast, indifferent wilderness. *But the forest is not entirely indifferent.* A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. There's a feeling of being watched, an ancient gaze from the heart of the woods...Read more