>>2650252I'd do the ol' genre switcheroo to save my skin. Just as James Kirk responded to the Gorn in Star Trek, I'd quickly scavenge elemental sulfur, charcoal, combining it to create a primitive gunpowder. Then using a hollow log and a rock as a barrel and projectile, I'd dispatch the creature, then cheekily lament that I'd trade all of the woodland riches for a simple hand phaser. After the slasher breathed his last, I'd turn to the 4th wall and imply with a wordy dialogue that society is really to blame not this poor... poor wretch. Alternatively, I'd try to genre-switch into a romcom by carving some "deeply meaningful" wood sculpture and lament about my wife who passed on suddenly, leaving me to raise my daughter alone as a hot single dad with great abs who just wants a commitment. Queue the quirky terminally single wine aunt coming bumbling out of the woods, recently arrived from her tourist visit to the Italian coast.
