You chose to refuse to become King of the Raccoons

The Raccoon quickly grows enraged by your lack of respect. He viciously attacks your throat and shoves his tiny hands into your mouth. He jams the tiny crown down your throat. You choke and gasp for air as you fall to the ground. The last thing you see is Rob (the squirrel) accepting another tiny crown the raccoon had in a different crevice of his skin.

You choose to…

 

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