Nald panted as he stumbled over a root. Why did there have to be so many trees in the forest? “Four giant snakes attack you and each gets, like, an arm or a leg, and they pull back and forth, back and forth until your arms and legs rip off midair and your little stumpy body falls to the ground and you’re like, ah! ah! ah! unable to move until one of the snakes bites off your head, or—” He shoved aside a branch. It whipped back and hit him in the face, nearly taking out his eye. “Or you’re attacked by a huge purple squid thing and it shoots one of its arms down your throat and you’re like, urk! urk! urk! and then the arm grows more tentacles inside you and explodes out your stomach and back all at once?” “What the fuck are you asking me this for?” Fish muttered from in front. “It’s a question—” “I know it’s a question, douchebag!” Fish stopped and whirled, one shoulder down and the other up like that hunchback church dude.
