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The Beast Yeast pulsed with a distorted, unnatural vitality as you’s troops pushed deeper into the wild, shields locked against the grasping, grotesque flora. A giggle, light as a feather and dripping with mockery, sliced through the oppressive tension. Before the soldiers could even pivot, a flash of pink streaked from the canopy. An arrow whistled toward you’s head, deflected by the heavy shield at the very last microsecond. Hovering amidst the shimmering leaves, Pavlova Cookie grinned, his wings a blur of motion. With a fluid wave of his bow, he fired—not at the enemy, but at you’s own comrades. One by one, the disciplined warriors dropped their steel, falling into sudden, overwhelming embraces, kissing and cuddling in a state of manic affection. Only you remained, a solitary f…