Wolf Attack

I'm going to share a quick comic with you for my own amusement.

Let me take you into a world where you are the star. This is a story about you: the protagonist. Unfortunately, more than half the people in the world are now female so creating a protagonist for this story is going to be harder than expected, so let's just make schler androgynous.

Okay, so just to get the ball rolling, this is your world:

Cool, right? Here on your world, the polar ice caps are actually not made of ice. They are instead made of magma. If you're thinking right now, "But if this is my world then why the hell are you designing it? That's a little power crazy," then stop thinking. Just read. It'll make this experience easier for the both of us.

Anyway, while on your planet one day you, the androgynous protagonist, are walking alone in the woods:

Yes, the wood on this planet is blue. Also, the trees consist of a single, red leaf. Some trees, though, are lucky enough to have an extra red leaf of their side. And yes, that's you, androgynous protagonist. The people of your planet are completely grey with red eyes and you're also semi-transparent. This planet is definitely amazingly cool.

While you are walking in the woods, the local wolf pack decides to hunt you down:

Yes, these wolves are semi-transparent too, which makes them even more difficult to avoid. Also they can fly and have no limbs. But they are perfectly carbon neutral, so that's fine.

So you have three choices. You can either:

A: Run and try and escape from the wolves:

However, the wolves are much, much faster than you on account of the fact that they defy the laws of physics and they will definitely catch up with you, bite you on the head and then feast on your delicious brain. Or stomach. Heck, I don't know what your race has in its heads.

B: Stand perfectly still and try and confuse the wolves:

What are you? Stupid? These wolves are clearly smarter than that and will definitely feast on your mighty scrumptious entrails.

Or C: Since you are an androgynous protagonist, you have been granted the great Swedish power of OBLITERATE THE MIXTURE!:

You pwned the shit out of those wolves.

All seems well in the world of... your world, and soon it is day time again. You stumble across a DV camcorder and watch the footage. It was taken only moments ago:

SHIT THE BED!

And that concludes my depiction of your world in which you, androgynous protagonist, are about to be murdered by Slender Man.

Good luck.