Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20161218141713/@comment-27800590-20161219005632

What are you all so afraid of? They're just chickens. I go to hit one with my sword, and it doesn't even leave a mark. Then it crows.

Every damned chicken turns towards me, and before I can even think of what's about to happen, I'm covered in sharp claws, snapping beaks and slapping wings. I try to run but there's just too many! I succumb to the wrath of the chickens and pass out.

I wake up at the inn, covered in bandages and sore all over. When I groan I hear voices, then cheers.

"Our saviour wakes!" I hear one person say, then the hellhound comes into my vision.

"What were you thinking? There's no way you could have fought all those chickens at once. Those things are viscious when you get them angry." Chickens? I didn't see any chickens! I saw monsters more vicious than anything from the time before. I saw the embodiment of hate and anger, and it wanted my flesh!

"I think he may still be a bit delierious." The hellhound sighs.

"Well, still, I guess I owe you for saving our hides back there. They were so occupied with you we managed to catch them all. So when you're better, you should get ready. Cause I'll give you one hell of a ride." She pats me on the shoulder before walking away. What have I gotten myself into this time?