Right now I`m hiding.

　　I`m hiding in my own Garden.

　　It`s not out of fear.

　　I fear nothing in my own personal paradise, no, I`m hiding for my sanity.

　　I`m sure those among us remember the game, what was it called, Wurcroft? Wavecrift? Well whatever, it had that one expansion&

　　What was it again&

　　Ah yes! The one with Ygg-Sawg, the giant jelly monster with super duper mind melting powers.

　　And one of his attacks, the one that gave so much pain&

　　Yes.

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　　The insanity one.

　　Where turning to face him melted your mind into a puddle of proto-goo.

　　Then your powers would be turned on the rest of the raid group, and poof!

　　Mass deaths.

　　So, I`m hiding for my sanity, but really, it`s to save the world.

　　Really, I`m such a great Tree. Sometimes, I just shock myself.

　　Rustle.

　　I don`t think that`s fair.

　　Just because I like looking like a sparky red tree with a million shades of color does not mean my fashion choices are the cause of this.

　　You live with these bra-, I mean, spawn of evil too!

　　Too quickly you forget the time they ate all your newly grown candy tree samples!

　　Who cleaned up that mess, huh?

　　Uncle Devon that`s who! Damn straight I wasn`t going to do it.

　　Besides, my perfect decoy plan has been working well so far.

　　3 kids.

　　3 T.M.N. Mice.

　　Rustleee!

　　Hah! You don`t like it? Well guess what it`s called bribery!

　　It`s one of the perks of being a Grandfather type.

　　All you can do is bake food and make delicious things because that`s what Grandmother types do, so there!

　　&Rustle&

　　Pffft! Do you think I`m afraid of you?

　　Wait&

　　Do you hear a noise?

　　Snick!

　　Gah! That sword brat has found us first again, quickly, retreat!

　　I throw out a mass of seedpods filled with a variety of chocolate candies as I retreat towards the upper layers.

　　Whizzing past a startled Uncle Devon I quickly conceal myself in the branches of a Redwood. The coloration of the leaves easily masks my signature redness.

　　Within minutes the three bra-, I mean, spawn of evil arrive finding the unlucky Devon starting to take a nap.

　　Heh, take that you good for nothing old man. Time for you to suffer the same pain I suffer! If I`m not allowed to sleep, NO ONE IS.

　　I quickly melt into a nearby wooden wall to make my escape complete.

　　Children are far more terrifying than Beholder Eyes.