Chapter 41
by 
fredmarley139
Do you stand or flee?
Flee
You turn and run. You try to stay ahead of the baying shapes, but they soon outpace you. Once they catch you, it's only a matter of time. You feel a weight hit you in the middle of your back and bear you to the ground. Teeth grip you limbs and start to tear at your tough body. It is only thanks to your bark that you have survived this long. As the beasts atop you continue to rip you apart with intense fury, you see a silver figure approaching through the trees. You reach towards it and cry out with your last breath, hoping for salvation. It is too late though. The pain of being torn apart reaches a merciful end and you are plunged into darkness. **** has come. You float in a void of blackness, cut off from sensation, waiting to respawn. The prospect of being returned to the status of lowly Weed Fiend fills you with bitter disappointment. However, it never happens. You are simply left there, in the dark, waiting.
Congratulations! You died. (Bad End)
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You come into being as a low-level monster, the kind heroes chew through like popcorn. You know the drill, whether you're a player yourself or an artificial intelligence, and you're sick of it. You set out on your own quest: to defeat the heroes at any cost (or at least be an epic boss somewhere down the line).
Updated on Mar 13, 2026
by Witmann
Created on May 11, 2015
by Cantalope