Into the River

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d yourself standing at the precipice of a cliff, water rushing below. It can’t be more than a ten foot plunge from the edge of the cliff to the safety of the river, but your newly diminished stature makes it seem like a colossal drop.The howling of the wolves draws nearer. It’s jump or die. You take a few steps back and hurl yourself through the air and into the river, squealing all the way. You plummet into the water and thrash your piggy legs to keep afloat in the rushing rapids. You are relieved to discover that pigs are actually decent swimmers, and the howling of the pack fades over the sound of the water carrying you away.After a few minutes of drifting, you look for a way back onto dry land, but the edges of the river are rocky and steep. You attempt to gain a foothold on the shore, but the current carries you away again before you can emerge from the river. You keep treading water and hoping that a

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way ashore will present itself before you tire out, but the undertow pulling you along begins growing stronger and faster.<figure id="8765"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*ws4KFFfAaLny0hU_-PCZZw.png"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>The struggle to keep your head above water becomes too much, and you find yourself getting sucked down into the depths of the rapids, dragged down into the muck and slammed against rocks. You emerge for a few brief moments, gasping for air, and notice the sound of the torrent is almost deafening now, growing steadily louder. You look downstream to see the river curving over the edge of a cliff into a massive waterfall.You try to swim away to safety, but the cascade is too powerful. The river carries you over the edge, squealing, and it turns out pigs cannot fly as well as they can swim.YOU ARE DEAD</article></body>

Pick Your Peril: The Hero of Mudtown

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The sound of rushing water grows closer as you run for your life. You follow the sound, and soon find yourself standing at the precipice of a cliff, water rushing below. It can’t be more than a ten foot plunge from the edge of the cliff to the safety of the river, but your newly diminished stature makes it seem like a colossal drop.

The howling of the wolves draws nearer. It’s jump or die. You take a few steps back and hurl yourself through the air and into the river, squealing all the way. You plummet into the water and thrash your piggy legs to keep afloat in the rushing rapids. You are relieved to discover that pigs are actually decent swimmers, and the howling of the pack fades over the sound of the water carrying you away.

After a few minutes of drifting, you look for a way back onto dry land, but the edges of the river are rocky and steep. You attempt to gain a foothold on the shore, but the current carries you away again before you can emerge from the river. You keep treading water and hoping that a way ashore will present itself before you tire out, but the undertow pulling you along begins growing stronger and faster.

The struggle to keep your head above water becomes too much, and you find yourself getting sucked down into the depths of the rapids, dragged down into the muck and slammed against rocks. You emerge for a few brief moments, gasping for air, and notice the sound of the torrent is almost deafening now, growing steadily louder. You look downstream to see the river curving over the edge of a cliff into a massive waterfall.

You try to swim away to safety, but the cascade is too powerful. The river carries you over the edge, squealing, and it turns out pigs cannot fly as well as they can swim.

YOU ARE DEAD