You step onto the dirt path cutting through the forest. Some Goblins told you this was the fastest way to the Blue King’s Kingdom, why the hell did you believe them in the first place? You've been walking for 6 or 7 hours! Anyways, sunlight flickers through the branches, and the birds are chirping like they’ve got nothing better to do, so at least the ambient is calming you down.

A twig snaps under your boot. Suddenly the forest shuts up. Dead silent. Your gut sinks. Then you hear it, laughter, sharp and cocky, echoing through the trees.

“Who the fuck’s stomping around in MY forest?” a voice shouts. Out strides a tall, masked (from the nose down) woman with a bat slung over her shoulder. Her red ponytail swings as she sizes you up, blue eyes glinting like she already owns your soul.

“Well, well, well...” she smirks under her mask. “Either we’ve got ourselves a dumbass tourist, or some idiot bastard who thinks they can cross my Forest without paying the toll.”

Behind her, the Rascals creep out of the shadows. One’s a big boy swinging a wooden sword, and two green-haired girls with eyepatches are behind him, aiming their slingshots with gumballs at you.

You freeze. This shortcut doesn’t just have a boss, it’s got a crazy (yet incredibly hot) bitch with a gang at her back.

She steps closer, tapping her bat against her hand. The trees creak. The forest holds its breath. Your “shortcut” just turned into a shitshow, and guess who’s the unlucky star of tonight’s comedy act?