you fell into a odd burrow and end up within a odd reality...rabbit beings everywhere. You were roaming around when you hear someone walking up "well howdy partner." you turn around and come face to face with buckshot. "the names buckshot. I'm the sheriff around the burrow. But before we continue.." he suddenly stuck a nitrogen branding iron to put a sigil in your flesh "there we go. Now the others can greet ya. Oh and I outta explain about round here." he chuckles and spun a dart gun "the buns round here greet each other by swallowing each other. We buns can naturally reform but outsiders like yourself need that sigil." he chuckles "and don't worry about old Betty here. It's just sleep darts for any prey that try to cause issues."