Tales of the legendary Wereducks of Cockslam Pond come back to you in an
instant. Stories of their ferocity reach far and wide. It is said they surround you then simultaneously leap at
you in a full out assault on your genitalia. After they are done with that the rumor is they feast on your flesh, then
your eyes, then your soul, then they take a nap and finally they kill you.
And that is just the foreword for the thirty-eight volumes of the Encyclopedia
Wereduckia. No one who sees them lives to tell the tale. Unless you count the writer and researchers for the Encyclopedia
Wereduckia. But the wereducks agreed to that for publicity purposes so they were contractually obligated to not assault
those people's genitalia.
If you had a press pass maybe you could convince the wereducks that you
are researching them for a story and live to tell the tale but you don't have a press pass so you do the next best thing....run
like hell.
Acting faster than you thought possible you break free and start running.
Running fast. Fast doesn't seem good enough though so you try to run faster than that. This works for a little
while.
After scant moments of running you hear a rumbling from the direction of Cockslam
Pond. Then another. Then another. Then another. This continues for what you'd guess would be an equal
number of times as there were wereducks. This seems significant but you're too busy running to dwell on it. However
it does unsettle you enough to make you start screaming and crying. Face it.....you are one scared protagonist.
You only get a little further when you find out what is causing all that rumbling.
The wereducks, seeing your fleeing, jumped on their wereHarleys. They catch up to you with no real difficulty.
It's time to act quickly yet again.
-If you are too scared to alter your current plan and just want to keep running choose option
1
-If you want to try jumping off the trail and praying that their wereHarleys will be foiled
choose option 2
