Man, I’ve had it with bears. Don’t get me wrong, they’re cool to look at and all, but why do they gotta break everything? doors, spears, even bows—nothing’s safe from those big furry battering rams. It’s like they wake up every day thinking, “What can I tear apart today?” I know they’re just doing their bear thing, but it’s hard not to get pissed when all they leave behind is a mess for someone else to clean up.

And don’t even get me started on people in charge. How do some of these idiots even get the job? Like, you’d think running something—anything—would require basic common sense, but nope. They’re out here making the dumbest decisions, acting like they’ve never lived a real day in their lives. It’s frustrating watching people screw up stuff that shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.

At least the forest is still out there. When it gets too much, I can just head out, breathe in the fresh air, and walk around for a bit. No trash, no clueless nobles—just trees and quiet. It’s the one place where everything feels normal, and honestly, that’s all I need sometimes.