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You're outside, face down on the ground. Your insides are burning, warm sticky blood is pooling around you. It probably has something to do with the arrow sticking out of your back. This hunting trip has taken a wrong turn. You see movement. Your friend steps out of cover, clutching the bow you lent them. There's a look of panic on their face. It must have been an accident then. Well, you aren't going to let them off with a clean conscience, they aren't getting forgiven. With one working lung you rasp out, “You blind asshole! Yo-”
Just as you start to go unconscious, you trigger.