Rick awakened to a throbbing sensation against his left ear and a slight tingling sensation against his upper inner thigh. He wondered why, but before he could answer his own seemingly rhetorical question, he saw a small, cute doe; just frolicking through the meadow that Rick had fallen asleep to. It was a pleasant and wondrous sight; a simple innocence protected in the sea of damnation. Rick gazed upon the majestic creature not three feet away from his for just a moment--just to embrace his inner humanity.

The then proceeded to grab the doe's filthy leg and smash his face in with a rock. 

The kill was fresh today. 

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After enjoying the taste of raw deer, Rick walked over to the edge of the meadow, and found that a sign had been erected not far from here. He made his way over; careful to float over the sewage drain nearby. 

The sign read as this: 

[center][i]Towncastershire[/i]
Population: [s]208[/s] [s]190[/s] 164[/center]

Rick, gazing ahead to the town in question, as well as noting the oddly-shaped man heading into town both covered in sewage, torn jacket, and squirrel blood, and looked back at the sign. Using a small, focused beam of lightning from his fingertips, Rick carved a slash through the [i]164[/i] and carved, a [i]166[/i] in it's place. Although, he considered changing it to a 165 because the poor fellow in front of him looked like he would embrace the icy hand of death as a favor. 

Rick marched onward; cuddly doe blood smeared from his mouth and down his neck--as well as on his hands.