Whack-bonk

You scoop up a rock and quickly bash his skull in. His clothes don't fit very well, and they are spattered with blood and ichor, but they will be better than nothing after you wash the fluid off in a nearby creek. You don them, and are startled to find they form themselves to you, to the degree that they might have been tailor-made for you! You walk along a forest path, wandering without any real purpose, when you come to a tree, the trunk of which must be a hundred yards around! It stretches into the sky and dissapears into the low-hanging clouds. Looking at the tree, you notice a ring of steps hewn into the outer bark, circling the tree. Do you dare climb them?

Written by Whoop (edited by wanderer)

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