A quietness descends upon the forest. Crickets cease. Birds stop their song. Even the very leaves stop rustling in the wind. In the eerie silence, a small bes

A quietness descends upon the forest. Crickets cease. Birds stop their song. Even the very leaves stop rustling in the wind. In the eerie silence, a small bespeckled man approaches you, smiles and hands you a trophy. You look upon the plaque. It reads "You Bastard"