Dave had avoided the cornucopia out of suspicion, and it seems like it's paying off. The whole thing looked to be a blood bath, hardly worth the chance of finding a shitty sword or whatever they hand out around here. He figures his best shot is to be sneaky and find his own weapons in the plentiful span of this creepy ass Silent Hill remake.

Unfortunately, you can only sneak so much in a place you aren't familiar with when you can't see past your fuckin' nose. From a distance, he figures the troll is a junk pile or a mound or something, but he barely blips on his radar when he hears a scream in the distance. He's turning around while he walks, trying to look for the source of the sound and the culprit while also backing the fuck up. This, of course, risks him bumping into that trash pile. That very solid trash pile. It's feeling less and less like a trash pile. God he hopes its a spider.

"Nice day out, huh?" He fumbles for words as the figure of the massive troll starts to become clearer, silently cursing the day he was born with dumb feet. "Wow you're.. big. That's gotta be good for you."