While plenty of the fluffies ran for cover into the woods, lots of the braver ones headed towards the loot pile in the centre. A blue unicorn looked curiously at a small blade, and when he touched it, it strapped itself onto his hoof. He got scared and tried to take it off, and when he hit it with his other hoof, it got unstrapped. “Yay! Hoofsie munstah weave fwuffy awone! Fwuffy am sa-” A young filly, who had grasped the idea of fluffy weapons, had run up behind him and stabbed him in the flank, slicing the blade down his body and ripping a hole in his side. “Wai huwt fwuffy?” the unicorn said, fear and betrayal in his voice. “Am sowwy,” the filly responded. “Dis am how da Gamesies wowk”. And with a stab into the head, the fluffy was silenced.
The lime green smarty (Who had the original name of “Lime”) was running through the forest, reflecting on the past few days. First, some meanie humans had attacked his herd and taken them away. Then, some dummy human had told him and a bunch of other fluffies that they would need to give each other forever sleepies to win a dummy gamesie. Of course, no fluffy would ever be able to give him forever sleepies. He was too strong and too smart to let that happen. He came to a clearing and saw a patch of grass. It was dummy nummies, but he was starving. He ate lots of grass, then heard the sound of something entering the clearing. When he looked up, he saw something that made his blood boil.