You are the Epithet of Blasphemy. You have killed the sacred one. The chronology leading up to this point in time has, per say, gotten you into deep shit.
>Snowball gun the shit out of them while running away like a pussy.
You retreat into the woods. You see an Embodiment of Treesus. You laugh hysterically. In front of you there is a small cliff. Resting against the cliff is your ICY WEAPON OF CHAOS. You previously named it Sylvester.
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