annabellelovescandies

My line of sight rest a couple of centimeters over the pink teddy bear's head to represent slug drop. They haven't seen me yet—I'm wearing a shrub outfit—so I've figured out how to flank their trashy wooden 1x1 recon fortification to get a dab from behind, hunkered at the highest point of a green glade. Quiet and still, I am the hedge. However, the minute I pull the trigger, I hear the obvious sound of a guided rocket launcher terminating a RPG from some place behind. Ca-piece. Frightened, I snap my hand and miss my fuzzy pink objective by miles. My quarry assembles a subsequent floor, block this time, with the inside incline plotted for shooting toward me. A guided rocket takes off overhead, a man in a rabbit suit wearing a hockey veil surfing it like a hoverboard. The rocket-moved bunnyman is set out toward the pink bear's block house, similar to the grievous end to some new society story. Rocket, bear, block, and rabbit impact. Dead on sway, weapons, ammunition