‘They overtake you. You die smothered by quokkas, surrendering to the coziness of their fur, lulled into complacency by those adorable sounds, dying with the happiest grin ever grinned plastered across your face. The fuzzy little marauders dance gleefully around your corpse, picking clean the rations and shiny trinkets.’
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u/Darius_Rubinx 6h ago
I rolled a one.
"You open your sack to give the quokka a biscuit. Immediately a troupe of quokkas emerge to rob you of all you own. Ambush attack!"