[ WP ] Every year during hunting season , deer convene in secret areas of the forest to avoid being shot by hunters . Deer `` criminals '' are then left to fend for themselves during this time , and you are one of those looking to survive .

*Goddamnit Larry, why'd you have to go and mate with Alpha's Doe? * 
 
 I was nervously trotting along through the daytime woods. I could smell a lot of shitty hunters upwind, so I shifted my trot away from them. Yep, humans are way less skilled nowadays, but they pay their way to competence with those damn bang-toys. I mean, I can avoid most of them just fine, but it sucks that all those other Bucks side with the Alpha just because he has bigger antlers than me. Like, yeah, he probably could have gored me when I mated his favorite Doe during the rut season, but now I'm still going to die sooner or later anyway. *All* of us exiled bucks die sooner or later. And if I fought Alpha, I bet I would have gotten an antler or two in before -- 
 
 *sniff* 
 
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 *sniff-sniff* 
 
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 A bang-toy! A startling bullet jolted me as it hit the tree directly in front of me, with the bang sound coming after a *very* short delay. Believe me when I say that I Bambi'd the hell outta there. After running several hundred yards, I chuckled to myself at what a terrible shot that was. Jeez, how do you miss a shot that close? Ha, humans suck. But, that little incident was a good reminder for me to keep a close sniff out for any other murderers. I took my rest near a little berry bush, and gnawed on some unknown fruit that my instincts approved of. You know, it's really not so bad, trotting around in the daily exile. It's a bit more dangerous out here than it is in the village -- well, a lot more dangerous -- but the worst part is that there are no Doe to mate with. 
 
 As my adrenaline wore off, I realized something that made me wish I had died back there. That bullet ricocheted off my antlers! My right antlers were just kind of dangling off my head now. What the buck, man? I'm pretty sure messing with a Buck's antlers is against interspecies law or something. Oh boy, the other bucks are *never* going to let me hear the end of this one. `` Hey, Larry the Lopsider, go back to exile and finish your horncut! Bahahaha!'' Just the thought of it made me cringe. 
 
 Anyway, as night fell, I started to head to the village. Even though I was already in daily exile, abandonment has always been a huge no-no, and can result in a terrible hoofing. The village likes to know which Bucks are still alive, so I have to come back every night just to sleep -- only to sleep. No mating, no feeding, just sleep. Otherwise, the Alpha would be *pissed. * Not that I could n't take him on or anything, but if I were to fight him I would rather fight him while he's not pissed, that's all. And I would n't want to fight him with only half my antlers. It's not that I'm scared, because I'm not. In either case, before tomorrow's sun was up, I would be sent out on my own all over again.
