Life was truly a mysterious thing…
One moment, you were out and about collecting nuts—living your best life.
Just honest testicle harvesting. Not hurting anybody.
It wasn't much, but it was honest work.
Sure, your neighbor—the Evil Forest Wendigo—had just lost all three of her asexually produced offspring to some heartless baby killer, but that had nothing to do with you.
You were just minding your business.
Yes, the world was a horrible place. Yes, monsters lurked at every corner. But that didn't concern a humble squirrel just trying to survive. You were about honest living.
Squeal squeal.
Then—bam. Some fiend showed up.
Didn't chase. Didn't fly. No fair warning.
Just poof—appeared out of the shadows and grabbed you.
What kind of dishonorable scum teleports next to an innocent squirrel?
You'd gotten cocky, thought no one could catch you.
Why did the goddess hate good, honest work?
Squeal…
What god had you wronged?
