You, despite your age, are defending yourself and your village as best as you can, clumsily swinging around your father's axe at the invading goblins. As one from behind clubs you on the back of the head with a wooden club, causing you to ignominiously fall face-down into the mud. You then hear various feral screams of fear and agony, probably from your family who you failed to save. When you look up from the you-shaped trench in the ground, you see that the goblins are also lying down.
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