| Mary the Irish decided to just sigh and walk home. But you never know when random groundhogs will pop out of there holes. In this case they popped out... Now! Mary tripped upon the groundhog. Fell on her arm, immedeatlly breaking it. She rolled down a steep hill and her legs bashed against sharp rocks, severing the tendons. And when she finally reached the bottom she rolled through the arabian circus that was in town. She rolled right across a pit of fire that a man was juggling swords while walking on. She caught fire, and a sword fell through her chest cavity. She continued rolling until she fell upon one of those spiked beds. Game Over |
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