#hunt_event Vibrant green grass grows in patches ahead of the survivors. Closer inspection of the delicate leaves reveals they are as sharp as any blade. Each survivor rolls 1d10. The lowest scoring survivor (or survivors, in case of ties) becomes a straggler. As the survivors carefully pick their way past the verdant hazards, the straggler stumbles into the brush. They roll 1d10. If any survivor has a **whip**, a hasty tether is made. Add +4 to your roll. | 1d10 | Straggler | | ----- | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | | 1 | You land in the grass patch. As you climb to your feet, you realize it's too late. The parts of your body that touched the grass have sprouted with sharp blades of grass. Any attempt to remove them only spreads them further over your body. During the showdown, you are never a threat (ignore any effect that would make you a threat, even the White Lion's Sniff). At the end of the showdown, you body blossoms into a whorl of immaculate green grass. Dead. | | 2 - 9 | You fall but manage to interpose something between the grass and your bare skin. Either archive 1 gear of your choice from your gear grid to protect yourself, or treat this result as if you rolled a 1. | | 10+ | You stop your fall before it's too late. |