[ WP ] You swerve to avoid a squirrel . Unknown to you , the squirrel pledges a life debt to you . In your darkest hour , the squirrel arrives .

The hoard encroached on me, the numberless, shadow-covered husks shambling forth to claim me. I backed against the wall, staring at them. They came closer, and closer, and closer. 
 
 I was about to accept my fate, to be consumed by the embodiment of darkness or some cliche like it. 
 
 A small shape appeared behind the mass of darkness, a little fluffy squirrel. It had a look of pure hatred in it's eyes. 
 
 The squirrel lunged at one of the shadows, carving through it like a bullet. The others stopped targeting me, and went after the squirrel. 
 
 It drew a tiny little pistol, and began to shoot the creatures with razor sharp acorns. 
 
 It was glorious, many shadows lay dead around us both. 
 
 The squirrel approached me, putting it's weapon away. 
 
 It saluted me, beckoning me over to follow. 
 
 And that, is how I became the sidekick of'The Spectacular Squirrel-Lord'
