Ah, what a choice, young traveler. You lug along your hefty armor down The Path of Mars. At your sides are twisting trees of many different degrees. Some more dead than the others. Branches honed enough at the tip to pierce through flesh. You appear to be curious, young traveler. About the beast, perhaps. Ah, yes. The beast. The beast is much like you, if only you were of considerable size.

Ahaha. Do not act like I cannot have a sense of humor.