Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170320145814/@comment-31539827-20170320204411

I run. I run fast, and pray every god who would listen that I'm nimble enough to dodge several rape attempts and reach the cave under the pool. Because if they get their hands on me, oversized as they are, I am so dead that someone will have to invent a deader word just to describe how dead I am.

So I run and I run, zigzagging like a madman and concentrating every fiber of my soul on reaching the cave, and the giant golem my grandfather built.