I voted for poison because hiding THIS in my friend groups food stores will always be my favorite pastime.
As much as I love the essential and almost required vintage story experience of getting jumped by two wolf packs and a jetpack bear... something about myself or a friend keeling over because we ate something we shouldn't have always puts a massive grin on my face.
(am I evil?)
amidst all these essays, I alone am the simpleton. (<-- for clarification, this is a joke. the only meaning behind it is "I don't write much, and I hope this sentince gives you a little chuckle")
I just want my grunting stick to not eat into my hunger bar with the ferocity of a starving hyena.
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