>>16349736https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dPU38-4S1MYou descend into the woods, where you come face to face with the perpetrators responsible for stealing your kill away from you.
"Far far, FARFETCH'D!"A horde of five Farfetch'd wearing trucker's caps have shot the bird dead using an improvised gun crafted from their very own leeks. A little hollowing out, a bullet, and some precision training is all the time it takes to make one.
"Hey! What was that for? That kill was mine!" you stop spinning as your feet touch the grass, briefly pausing to regain your balance.
"Far far, FARFETCH'D!"
The mallards raise their leek sticks in a cocky, battle-ready demeanor, not at all scared by your sudden appearance and probable threats.
The oversized gamebird lies in a pool of its own blood. She may be overgrown, but she's just the right size for the Farfetch'd.
They use Swords Dance before using their leeks to cut open her stomach.
Spaghetti splashes out."Far far, FARFETCH'D!"
Their leader, who's wearing cool-guy shades to distinguish him from the rest, demands that his underlings take everything of value. Quickly, they get to the task, raiding the dead Unfezant of all of her spaghetti.
The leader takes her celery stick.
A) Attack the Farfetch'd?
B) Ask them what they're doing. Clearly there's some deeper context here.
C) It's too late for you to avenge this kill. Back to u're waifu before she gets sadder.
