Talk:Ogre/@comment-28371783-20160613031513/@comment-30700719-20170222213857

"Oh, you know, getting hunted by people, starving, yelled at in the middle of the night-oh hey! Are those will-o-the-wisps?" I jump out of the tent are barrel down the hill, towards the actual swamp at the bottom. I trip, fall over, and tumble down the hill, receiving fatal injuries. As I respawn back on board the Trieste, I say, "Well, that fixes that problem! Wish there was a less painful method, though."