The
sign on the door was what attracted Beowulf's interest. That face had monster written all over it, metaphorically speaking. (If Beowulf had a writing utensil at hand, he might have made that metaphor a literal fact.)
He shoved the door open ... and found a strange world of TECHNOLOGY!
The little guy with the oversized red skull and glowing green eyes was not a monster. He was a
dweorh. Dwarfkind were known for their craftsmanship and their cunning! Beowulf greeted this dweorh in his typical fashion and was told that its name was STRONG BAD, which made sense to Beowulf, whose name meant BEE WOLF. He asked the dweorh about the glowing boxes.
Fifteen minutes later, he was pounding on the keys ... with both forefingers ...
HWAET
BEOWULF IS MIN NAMA
The dweorh then ran a program called dumbgeat.exe to make sense of this. To the bottom of the post was added:
YO.
I AM BEOWULF.
Thanks to the dweorh's "soft wares", Beowulf could continue to add things in modern English. His typing would be transformed into something that made sense to other people (presumably). He added:
ISO MONSTERS
Leaning back in his rickety chair, Beowulf grinned and awaited the replies of many hot monsters. He waited for five whole minutes before the dweorh told him to go away. Apparently the magic of the glowing boxes required time to work. He would come back and check for monster replies!