text: [Themes: family friendly]
  
  One morning you wake up in the middle of the night and clutch your stomach in pain. Stomach bile rises your throat. It's impossible to keep it in. Your body curls and pushes it out. Burst by burst.
  
  A pool of vomit lies under your feet and your throat stings from the stomach acid. Something is terribly wrong, and you need to see Orson immediately.
  
  You walk over to Orson's den to see how he's doing. When you arrive, he's already outside.
  
  "We have a problem Kuma."
  
  He invites you into his den and you immediately scrunch your nose. Chunks of half-digested meat lay in pools of stomach acid. The snow colored floor is now an off-colored orange.
  
  "Looks like we both have a problem," you say.
  
  Orson begins to answer but suddenly bends over. He heaves and projectile vomits strands of blotchy, yellow meat. As he gets up, yellow spit dribbles down his chin.
  
  "Tenth time today."
  
  Orson sways as you try to understand the madness. How long has this been going on? Orson shouts as loud as his burned throat lets him,
  
  "I know who's responsible! We're not the only ones, dozens are sick!"
  
  "Responsible for what?"
  
  "The abnormally abundant vomiting. Half of the tribe have reported the same sickness. I've already thrown out all the fish from the seals. It's the only explanation.
  
  Orson must be awfully sure if he threw away most of the food the tribe has. What does he know that you don't?
  
  "How are you sure it was the fish? Could some other meat not have gone bad?"
  
  "Bah, nonsense. All I know is that the sickness occurred suspiciously close to the latest arrival of fish."
  
  "How can you be sure the seals tampered with the fish?"
  
  Orson pounds his paw onto the floor, accidentally hitting a slab of thrown up meat.
  
  "I know they have! I didn't trust them the moment they sent Charlie over. As I said from the start, the only thing seals are good for are meals."
  
  "So, if you think the seals messed with the fish, what're you going to doing about it?"
  
  Orson sighs and states,
  
  "In my sickly condition, not much. You, on the other hand, could teach those fat bastards a lesson."
  "I'm sick too you know."
  
  "You're from a different breed Kuma. The fact you were even able to walk over here tells me you're strong enough."
  
  You nod, less than confident, and ask,
  
  "What's the plan?"
  
  Orson smiles and gleefully shares,
  
  "Gather the tribe and kill every single one of them!"
  
  "That's rough."
  
  "It's what they deserve! Are you gonna' do it or what?"
  
  > say "Ok, I guess I'll do it, maybe."
  "That's the spirit!"
  
  You leave immediately and head to the seal hideout. Something is off upon arrival. The place where seals are known to sunbathe is filled with huge walruses. In a 1-1 fight, you have no doubt you could beat a walrus in a fight. However, all alone, you don't have a chance. You try to leave. The problem is walruses are hiding in the snow. They come out and attack you. You run away.
  
  "Attention all seals. The seals have risen up and scared the scum polar bear away."
  
  Shit, this is bad. The seals and walruses have teamed up and now you don't have fish. The seals knew you would attack after they poisoned the fish. That's why they got walruses to protect them. The only thing now is do you let them get away with it or bring more bears? Best to consult Orson on the matter.
  
  You head back to your Orson's den. It is filled with even more throw up. You tell him what happened. He is quick to say,
  
  "I told you! Those bastards knew we would come for revenge and were too weak to face us on their own."
  
  Do you leave the seals to their own devices and just try to survive? Or do you go back with a massive polar bear army to get revenge for them poisoning your food?
  
  > focus on surviving
  Bears have been vomiting so much that you're almost out of food. The sickness is present in about half of all bears. Because the sickness has less effect on you, you vowed to protect all you care for. The issue is finding food. Not wanting to mess with the seal-walrus coalition, you decide to hunt other game.
  
  Deep into the night, you and six other polar bears leave the tribe. It is decided that everyone will split up to increase the chances to someone finds food. If you're endangered at any point, run away and get backup.
  
  As you're hunting you come across a disheveled wolf. He has a massive scar on his face.
  
  "I told you you'd rue the day you messed with Maverick."
  
  "What are you talking about."
  
  "The plague? Don't tell me you guys aren't sick?"
  
  "Yes, we are quite sick."
  
  Where is he going with this?
  
  "That was my doing. Us wolves have a parasite within us and it infected all of you."
  
  Is he telling or truth or just trying to enrage you? You can attack him or ignore this vile creature. His meat is likely full of ticks and parasites anyways.
  
  > Attack Maverick
  "I should have killed you weeks ago!'
  
  You rush at him, but he sidesteps you at the last second. He takes off running and you follow suit. You chase him as he runs up a hill. You're within striking distance right as you reach the top of the hill. As you begin your descent, a pack of wolves wait to surround you.
  
  "My brothers and sisters, this is the monster that killed our family!"
  
  The wolves start howling as you consider running away. They charge and surround you. Bile rises from the back throat as they claw at you. Your vision is already dizzy due to the sickness. You clumsily swipe as the wolves bite and scrape at your flesh. You swipe at everything in a fury, as dozens of wolves attack from all angles.
  
  If you can't survive, you're sure as hell not going to let Maverick either. You push the wolves away and charge at maverick with your remaining strength. He doesn't even try to fight back as you hold him down. All the surrounding wolves pounce, but they don't matter. You dig into Maverick's stomach with your sharp paws. You're sure he's dead, but somethings still moving. Are his intensities wiggling around in his stomach? Well, you'll never know what it really was as you black out from all the pain. While you may not have fed your tribe, the wolf tribe eats like kings.