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Flee from the cannibals
There is an old saying. You don't have to be the fastest adventurer running away from cannibals. You just have to be faster than the slowest guy running away from cannibals. You demonstrate your fleet-footedness by running like a mouse or a deer or some other cowardly beast.
Unfortunately, your running is cut short by A vicious ocleot, who saw fit to leap on the unguarded back of your neck, and feast on your flesh. You twist in pain and shout in frustration, but this nasty little beast refuses to let go until it's licked every last drop of your spinal fluid.
GAME OVER