User:Heerenveen/Press B to jump
Our great adventurer in making Sir G.N. Rick is training for his great sojourns. Running all over the place, learning how to slash properly, crawling around under stuff, you know, normal fare for the latest in a long line of people who will save the world.
He gets stuck, however, when encountering a fence. It's a common or garden fence, ironically seen here not in a garden but in a field. Around seven foot tall, and very slippery for wood, there's no way that our adventurer can climb it without suffering fatal, or, much more importantly, facial injury. Recognising this, Rick goes back to his hometown, and decides that the local tavern would be the obvious place to go for help-related enquiries. And beer. Lots of beer.
Our hero, surprisingly, decides that the barmaid is the person he needs to talk to. Slurring his words immensely, and amid hormonal fluctuations normally seen during PMS, our main character asks the tender how to clear the fence. Miss barmaidresponds that he needs to "Press B to jump", leaving the protagonist utterly confused and some higher power enlightened. Or, it would be, but our honest soldier doesn't believe in that kind of thing. He believes he chooses his own path, or something. Our hero asks...