Join my army, mortal, and this territory shall be undisputedly ours!
You fear that you will not come out of this alive or unmaimed and therefore accept the offer. Immediately the darkness gets darker and you fall asleep to cruel laughter.
When you awake you find yourself up in a pine tree, hanging from thousands of silken threads; you have become a Minion of the Marb. You are clad in brown and green armor. Your legs have multiplied from two to six with a membrain in between. For a moment You then realize that you have made a mistake: you came to the park for a hike in the woods and now may not finish. Yet as you gather your thoughts the Plan becomes more clear to you. To turn back now would be folly; the forest is your home now; all two-legged humans either need to accommodate or assimilate, and you know they will do neither….
*Thus ends the Hike in the Park; you have not died, but your hiking days are over, as well as the ability to make your own choices: you belong to the Army of the Marb!
*Go back before you opened Do Not Open