Well, for starters, it was hunting season. I think it was around August or so. We were just getting close to the deer when all of a sudden the little fucker runs away for no reason at all. I tried to chase after him, but somehow I lost him. I was walking back to the campsite and I ran into a rabbit that was mauled to death really weirdly. It had a huge bite taken out of its back, but I decided to walk away and not inspect for obvious reasons. When I got to the tent with all my friends we decided to go looking for my dog. We crossed a small river that was about three feet in depth and it was really hard to take your feet out when you stepped in there. We got to the other side of the river we walked for maybe a mile or so and we ran into Al Gore. He talked about his book or someshit for a good 15 minutes and we went on our way.

We hiked for another 3 hours or so and we had run out of water by then since we didn't think we'd have to search so far. We stopped to rest for a bit at a boulder. I rested my eyes and when I woke up my friends were all gone. I was confused so I thought maybe they went to get water, but I never thought they'd abandon me. I walked back to our initial campsite and I found a weird creature in my tent. I threw a rock at it and it turned around and did a weird roar, it sound like, "I am ManBearPig."