At the suggestion of my wise Guildmaster, Treant, who told me in
no uncertain terms "You really need to see someone about your
problems" I have spent several days in discussion with 2 of the
wisest people on Achaea... Epicurus, and Mr. Bear. It took a lot
of talking (Something I'm good at) and quite a bit of thinking
(something I'm not so good at) but I finally realised that there
was no bear militia, constructing weapons to conquer sapience,
and the exploding mooses I hated so much did not actually exist
I believe Mr Bear summed it up best when he said "The Rebel Moose
Leader represented everything you hated within yourself, while I
have been proud to be the figment of your imagination that
represented that "Bear" in you. After all, isn't there a little
bit of "Bear" in all of us?". After this, he marched off into
the forest, never to return. Epicurus seems to think that I'm
back on the road to mental health, and stresses that Mr. Bear's
departure was a nessecary part of my recovery, but I feel that
I've lost something of myself in the process. So, if you spot
me wandering around in the forest by myself, feel free to stop
and say "Hi", I'd be glad to share some of my leftover honey
supplies. And for those of you who still walk with the bears,
I wish you the best of luck in your war against the mooses.

Derek, your questionably sane ex-BearFriend

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 213 AF.