The Game of Life

My name...doesn't really matter. What's important is that you're here talking to me. I don't get very many visitors, living so far from any kind of civilization as I do.  You're kind of the first one in a while, so congratulations, i guess. you want something to drink? tea? coffee? no? ok, that's cool too, i guess. sorry if I'm a little awkward, i'm not the best conversationalist. lived here pretty much my entire life, collecting my own food from the trees and plants around here. there's this neat grass-like plant that only grows during the dead of winter that you can use to make biscuits! granted they're not actually that great, but it helps me survive the cold.

Eh, well, you're not here to listen to me blab on about biscuits and snowstorms are ya. I'll let you get on your way. make sure you're home before sundown, Everfree's a scary place after dark. i'd show you out, but i don't remember these woods like i used to. don't forget about me, now...bah, who am I kidding.

Nopony ever remembers me...