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I was born into a medium sized civ that seemed to be struggling for food. I began the task of preparing and cooking pies, but resources seemed to be becoming scarce. My mother asked me, "David, are you hunting?", "Who is hunting?" I knew then that I was destined to be a hunter.

I traveled very far north on the hunt for wild Milkweed to construct as many snares as I could. I was successful in making 3-4 snares. I knew there was a WEALTH of rabbit families just south of our settlement, so I took a wagon full of baskets and began slaying rabbits left and right. Saria II arrived, but I hadn't paid attention to what she was doing as I was in the zone murdering rabbits and loading them into my wagon....This was a dire mistake.

She had suddenly crafted an arrow, shot me, and then said, "heheh".

"CURSE SARIA II", I screamed!

"It's too late.", she muttered

Under my dying breath, I spoke my last words...."Fuck You."

Karma is coming, Saria II. She is swift and unforgiving.