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R.I.P

Now you’ve done it. You’ve gotten yourself lost in the Pikestan. A cold night in the forest rewards you with bites from several mosquitoes and a forest rat. The latter has left a fang in your plump calf (not the mooing kind).  It festers and, with dread, you realize you’ve contracted a rare form of rabies. On the bright side, this provides you a steady supply of adrenaline and super strength. Unfortunately, you only realize this for a split second before insanity takes over. You run about until you find a nice big tree which you bash your head against until you expire.

 

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