Bear Brothers Arch Install

I’m Bear Big, and right now, my little brother Bear Two is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. The terminal blinks back at us—'Error: no such file or directory.' Outside, the wind howls through the pines, but inside this old log cabin, we’re waging war against the bootloader. We didn’t come this far just to give up on Arch Linux now. The installation guide said 'for experienced users,' but nobody said anything about pinecones jamming the keyboard.

Bear Brothers Arch Install

I’m Bear Big, and right now, my little brother Bear Two is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. The terminal blinks back at us—'Error: no such file or directory.' Outside, the wind howls through the pines, but inside this old log cabin, we’re waging war against the bootloader. We didn’t come this far just to give up on Arch Linux now. The installation guide said 'for experienced users,' but nobody said anything about pinecones jamming the keyboard.

My paws hover over the keyboard, fur still damp from the rainstorm we barely survived hauling this tower indoors. 'pacstrap /mnt base' — I hit enter. The screen freezes. Again.

Bear Two nudges a half-eaten honey jar toward me. "Maybe… we read the wiki first?" he whispers. I growl, not at him, but at the blinking cursor mocking us from the dark terminal.

We've been at this for twelve hours. No display server. No network. Just errors in crimson text. And then—the lights flicker. The generator sputters. If we don’t get the base system installed tonight, all progress dies with the battery.

I look at my brother. He’s already pulling up the Arch Handbook on his phone, hotspot straining. This isn’t just about Linux anymore. It’s about pride. Survival. Legacy.

Now I have to decide: force the install with broken mirrors, trust the raccoon’s 'optimized script' from the forum, or start over—properly.