I know exactly where I'm off to today.
To the graveyard! I'm now eligible for possessing that rad new sword, which is a much better outcome for meeting a stranger in a graveyard than that old lady led me to believe!
Where next, though? Well, I guess dungeon 5's worth a shot? Surely the might of my new sword will cause walls to crumble at the mere sight of it.
Crap, I don't have any bombs on me.
Well, that can only be resolved by FIGHTING A DOZEN ENEMIES AT ONCE!
BRING IT ON!! THIS IS BABBS YOU'RE UP AGAINST - THE MAULER OF MOBLINS! THE DEMOLISHER OF DODONGOES! THE GLADIATOR OF GLEEOKS! YOU GOT SOMETHING COMIN' IF YOU THINK YOU CAN BEST ME!!
I still don't have any bombs.
(i got some eventually though)
I have noticed that with my new sword, those knights aren't quite so tough! They still knock me for six, but getting a hit in makes such a difference this time around.
And uncovering the hidden passage nets me... another key. To the four I am already carrying. Well, if I find a keyring to put them on I'll have a handy tool to distract any infants that come my way.
For a second I thought I'd just gone in circles, but no, this is actually a different room-of-knights-guarding-a-block-that'll-unlock-a-secret-passage from the one I was just in.
And its secret passage has something a touch more exciting: a new item! What's profoundly not exciting is what the item is: a recorder.
I'll be frank, I wouldn't rank recorders high on the list of magical musical instruments in media. Harps are bursting with angelic imagery, and ocarinas have seen plenty of magical usage in anime and video games (perhaps most famed for their tour de force in Bomberman Quest).
But recorders? I struggle to take them seriously. The name is dumb and the fact they're used more for exercising children's lungs than actually producing good music does little for their reputation. It's like if guitars were used as an outlet for obliterating people's fingertips rather than producing covers of Stairway to Heaven. You'd have an uphill battle to stive off that blight.
On the bright side, Digdogger shares my low opinion of recorders - so much so that the very sound of ones causes him to explode into a smaller version of himself. Now that he's vulnerable, a few blasts of my wand will mop him up good.
Shout-outs to any recorder players in the audience, by the way.
Causing an indestructible beast to explode and deflate is certainly points towards them in my book. You should honour that talent.
That was a short romp, but it's good to finally have that dungeon out of my hair. The new sword is a great boon, and if I'm not mistaken, the recorder means I now have every useable tool the dungeons have to offer! If that ain't a feather in my cap I don't know what is.