[ You are running desperately through the dark woods, blood covering your face and wounded arm. You can't remember how this happened, it's all a blur. The only thing you can recall is screaming, a chorus of familiar voices pleading for mercy. You quickly duck behind a tree as a static and seemingly cutesy voice calls out to you ] "Friendd??? Where did you goo?? Oh cmon! It wasn't THAT bad that I tore his head off in front of you! Just come on out!" [ You're now even more terrified, unsure of what to do next. ]