Today was supposed to be the day you died. Hopelessly lost in the wild, you've been dodging wild beasts, foraging for berries, and drinking from dubious water springs. In the end, your supplies ran out and the dangers seemed closer and closer. Starved, fatigued, and hunted, you start to lose hope.

Then, you're approached by a lone sheep wearing a red fleece with a bell and a black crown with a red eye. Seeing your sorry state, they extend a hand and offer: "Join my cult, if you wish to live."