[As the hour grew late, a familiar sound would quietly echo through the halls, a sort of clank, clank, clank...
One couldn't be so quiet when patrolling the halls in full armor, of course, but perhaps it was for the best that any intruders were aware of the presence of someone who would see them off the ship. Whether that was in haste or after a sound beating, that depended upon the response of his uninvited guest.
Trusty shovel at hand, he continued his rounds while peeking into all open doorways. Most evenings were quiet, almost dull in all respects, and he was only half accepting of this. When a knight hails from a land filled with dangers and wonders, a quiet night in patrol leaves a man with a sense of longing.
He froze when he heard movement. Bracing himself, Shovel Knight extended that arm brandishing the weapon, a (very small) beacon of hope to guard those that lived on the ship.]
HOLD! Who goes there!?
[Slash mercilessly! Raise ratings tirelessly?]
[A rating was highly desired for those that watched. Higher favor, he'd learned, would grant him grander treasures. He'd juggled beakers, bounced on giant beetles and risked life and limb for such things before, but what does a knight do when no such things are about?
He'd asked, and been given an answer: 'Try working on what you're not the best at. Perhaps it's time you picked up dancing!'
So there he was, having tip-tapped at a console to get some Atroma-approved tunes going (which was called 'Human Music', supposedly. Huh.), cutting a rug with the hope that he would receive some sort of feedback. Perhaps a pile of treasure would appear in his living quarters! Who knew? He'll just boogie until something happened.]
Shovel Knight | You'll never guess the name of the canon
[As the hour grew late, a familiar sound would quietly echo through the halls, a sort of clank, clank, clank...
One couldn't be so quiet when patrolling the halls in full armor, of course, but perhaps it was for the best that any intruders were aware of the presence of someone who would see them off the ship. Whether that was in haste or after a sound beating, that depended upon the response of his uninvited guest.
Trusty shovel at hand, he continued his rounds while peeking into all open doorways. Most evenings were quiet, almost dull in all respects, and he was only half accepting of this. When a knight hails from a land filled with dangers and wonders, a quiet night in patrol leaves a man with a sense of longing.
He froze when he heard movement. Bracing himself, Shovel Knight extended that arm brandishing the weapon, a (very small) beacon of hope to guard those that lived on the ship.]
HOLD! Who goes there!?
[Slash mercilessly! Raise ratings tirelessly?]
[A rating was highly desired for those that watched. Higher favor, he'd learned, would grant him grander treasures. He'd juggled beakers, bounced on giant beetles and risked life and limb for such things before, but what does a knight do when no such things are about?
He'd asked, and been given an answer: 'Try working on what you're not the best at. Perhaps it's time you picked up dancing!'
So there he was, having tip-tapped at a console to get some Atroma-approved tunes going (which was called 'Human Music', supposedly. Huh.), cutting a rug with the hope that he would receive some sort of feedback. Perhaps a pile of treasure would appear in his living quarters! Who knew? He'll just boogie until something happened.]