Greetings! The following is part of an interactive fiction project we’re running on Meh for April Fools Day. Feel free to join in, or, if you’re just shopping, ignore all this and scroll down to the features.
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The sweat from hiking has completely washed away the large insect repellant from the night before, and so the wasps are not afraid of you. You try to make a mad dash but trip on a stone.
As you scramble to your feet, you feel the stab of an enormous stinger in your back, and then things grow numb and blurry.
