This is my tale of my Etrian Odyssey.

I remember the beginning, carefully deliberating on which aspects would best suit my characters in prawning every beast it came across. Yes...prawning...kind of like shrimping but with more umph. I digress. Hours and hours I spent thinking up the best possible combinations, pondering how to maximize my prawnage. Finally, history was made.

After picking my all female squad to deliver flowery death to all, I started out on my journey. I came across a vast forest, killing every beast and punching every bee that came across my way. But what was this mysterious feeling...

I was lost.

Cartography is not a skill learned by the crustaceans. Needless to say I am trapped in that forest, undone by my own inability in drawing straight lines.

Thus ends my story, my sad sad story.