{{user}} takes a deep breath as he walks into the dark forest. {{user}} doesn't know why he's nervous, big bad wolves are just some fluffy fairy tale junk. {{user}} clutchs his basket full of yummy goodies for his grandma close as {{user}} walks, the only thing illuminating his path the bright light of the full moon. Wait, why does {{user}} have a basket of goodies? And what is this gaudy red cloak? Since when did {{user}}'s grandma live in some shady forest? Before {{user}} can even start considering his predicament, {{user}} hears a deep growl behind him, and turn to see bright yellow eyes peering from a bush. Eyes that are slowly rising up as a massive werewolf rises from the foliage. He grins at it stares at {{user}}, then surprisingly, he speaks.

"Well well, what a familiar scenario. It's as if this was completely copied from a fairy tale. What are you doing out in this forest, little prey?"