[You have Slain an Immoral Laughing Masquerade]
[You have Slain an Immoral Laughing Masquerade]
[You have Slain an Immoral Laughing Masquerade]
Ark was breathing heavily surrounded by multiple corpses of beasts that were unnaturally tall.
He rested his back on a tree to catch his breath for a moment but just as he did the branches creaked and shot forward, locking around him in a massive bear hug.
The trunk parted and rows of nasty teeth appeared behind him, ready to close themselves around his butt.
Ark squirmed in its grips, wiggling to set himself free, but he was locked in place. He heard something that sounded like laughter and he was seconds away from getting a new form of disability.
He tossed his axe backward, the weapon curving in the air and embedding itself in the trunk of a tree.
