CHAAARRGGE!!
Well, looks like this is turning out better tha-
OH SHIT
EVERYONE RUN! RUN!!
"Phew..we got away. I was worried there for a second...dammit, why are we so terrible at fighting? There were only like seven of them, and at least twenty of us! I just don't understand! We need to get stronger...we need weapons. We need armor. But where are we going to get it? We suck at stealing so there's no point there. Hmmm.."
Then, someone comes up to you. It is another faceless leechman, but he seems determined. His face has a grimace, yet it bears courage, and strength. He starts talking to you, but you weren't listening because you were busy examining him. Speaking of examining...
His face could write a story..it is like his head holds a thousand words, and you could never finish reading it all. The way he wears his emotions brings hope to you, and gives your life meaning. You have never felt more happy in all of your life...
"So, sir, we have options, as you said before. Set up a headquarters, make workshops, and make our weapons and armor out of the bones of the wilderness, wood and bones. And skulls, for helmets I guess...what are you staring at?"
You snap out of your daze and nod many times. Your swampfolk band together and begin chopping down trees with rocks and sharp objects left lying in the open of the clearing you're in. Two of them still have pickaxes, and they start digging out a moat. Huh. Usually you have to tell them everything..
Wait..
USURPER! THAT LEECHMAN IS USURPING YOU!!!
...
It feels great! You get to work yourself, and in a few days your fortress is built!
You've never felt so proud in all your- *BONK*
You black out..
You scratch your head and stand up. Man, has it been a while.