>>18574804Before Miss USA can make her escape, she would feel as if someone grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back and causing her to fall flat on her ass. As she looks around, seeing nobody there, she'd hear a familiar sound coming from the trees above.
>CAAW!As if possessed by an otherworldly spirit, one crow, two crow, three crows, four. Ten crows, twenty crows, thirty crows, more. They all begin to swarm above her, just as Miss USA looks upwards in confusion, that's when it hits her. Followed by another. and another. Dozens of crows all relieving their bowels onto Miss USA at once. As she'd try to flee, they would follow suit, with more and more birds joining the fray, she could swear she'd hear a giggle from around every tree she passed, until she bumped right into one. As if carved just for her, she'd read a message embedded in the bark:
>PLAYTIMES DONE. NOW YOU RUN!As she finishes reading the message, the crows begin to dive-bomb her, pecking at her, clawing at her, forcing her to retreat. As she makes her way back to the taxi waiting to pick her up with haste she'd turn back to look at the forest, the crows having relented, wondering what the hell just happened. She'd almost swear she could see a glowing figure in white pass through a tree waving at her with a pom pom and laughing.
