Dragoncrest Cliffs 2 legit 2 quit

It had taken a while for Vercingetorix to reconcile himself with death. Like, he'd one moment been so strong and hale, and then next, drowning and bleeding in the shallows of a lake, and then next. . .

Nothing. What the fuck?

But the afterlife had been good for him. So good that he didn't know why he touched down upon Earth again now, feeling slightly corporeal.

The seaside forest, so familiar—ah. He'd been here before. And with swaying, bony hips, he made his way to—

Wait, what the hell?

Before him, shimmering letters—why was he able to perceive this?—made themselves known:

Going forward, WOLF's new rating will be 3-1-3. This means the following level of mature content is acceptable:
Language: Swearing and mature language is permitted.
Sex: Mild sexual innuendo and references permitted.
Violence: Explicit violence is permitted.

Vercingetorix squinted at this information, cocking his head. Taking in each letter. It seemed wrong. It seemed antithetical to his spirit.

He studied it for some time. And then. . .

That sign won't stop me, he decided, because I can't read.

Verx sashayed his way into the forest of Dragoncrest Cliffs, big cajones and all. God help the mortal that met him first.