You wake up one day to find yourself in a tower-dwelling apocalypse. Humanity has moved into towers, while monsters roam outside. And your eyes can see strange annotations:
[Two Corrupted Ones are hiding 1,600 meters away. When you're furious enough, one well-timed slide tackle can feed them until they're stuffed.]
[Before you start thinking about boiling, steaming, or deep-frying it, you'd better check its left pocket. Don't make a bad habit of killing monsters without looting them.]
[Someone's actually staring at your face. I admit, your face is very immersive. If I were human, I'd give you a 9 out of 10. Of course, I'm a 97.]
[Your opponent is way above your level. I have three suggestions: grovel, grovel, or grovel. A weakness? Uncalled for. I'm just a humble annotation with limited abilities.]
The tower, the beacon of hope in the apocalypse; the mutated monsters outside, drawn by evil thoughts; the wagers of the powerful; the dangers faced by explorers; the traps of the end times. Beneath your eyes, it all takes on a playful tone.
