Level 10, Minute 20.
The bunnies now outnumber us 200:1. My legs no longer move from the sheer volume of meat I've consumed. Instead I keep my mouth open, waiting for the bunnies to PHWWWWWWHHHT-PHWOOOOOH directly into it. The hand in the sky no longer helps, it circles as if to mock me. What is this this existence?
Fox
PS: i loved it