Adventures of a Red, Rowdy, and Ridiculous Beast

Previously

…With a determined, if slightly wobbly, sigh, the Red Beast carefully placed Crimson Fury back on its stand. He grabbed his trusty studded leather jacket, the one with the chipped enamel pins of his favorite bands. He slung a battered guitar strap over his shoulder, just in case he found a suitable, and hopefully loud, place to jam. Then, with a final, apprehensive glance around his suddenly subdued den, the Red Beast stepped out of the cavern and into the unnerving quiet of the outside world. The adventure, whether he was ready for it or not, had begun.