Literature
Boktai: Improvising
Just how in the name of the Sun did these sort of things always happen?
Django had somehow managed to end up in yet another trap, this time in the Ancient Forest. He had walked into a clearing, and before he could see what was happening, the steel gates on both sides of the clearing had shut, trapping him in a room with who-knows-how-many Golems.
I should try sneak behind them, Django thought, not daring to speak incase the Golems heard them. It won't be easy. There are puddles everywhere, and Golems have really good hearing... The sunlight that day was rather strong, but unfortunately, it wasn't strong enough to dry up the puddles, which l