Another day, another chase.

As you peered around the corner of the ruined church in Grandma’s Backyard, you spotted Artful smacking the living crap out of some other poor sob. You were about to shrug and walk off, but then you realized.

You and the poor sob were the only two left. And as your vision flashed red and the clock ticked back, you were now the only one left. It was Last Man Standing. As Artful turned in your direction, you bolted past him as he started to follow, and, almost immediately, you could hear his knees crackling like firecrackers in the microwave. Dear god.

You didn’t have much time to ruminate on it, though, as you tripped over a gnarled root, rolling your ankle and falling to the ground with an undignified shout. You flipped onto your back, eyes involuntarily tearing up, as Artful loomed above you and raised his wand…

And then stopped.