Normally I'll never let you commit suicide in this game, but you have no choice right now as far as you know.

"We have to go back for them!" I declared.
"We'll be killed," Araches pointed out.
"It's a noble death! Let's go!"
The three of us rushed East. Everything seemed normal, until I tripped over a lone, mechanical rabbit leg, then landed in the snow on top of a blood-stained whip and a purple hat. I reached for a nearby canoe fragment to help me regain my footing, only to discover that my feet were gone. This was also around the point when I noticed a very sharp, excruciating pain running through my legs, likely caused by my recent lack of feet. The pain in my legs subsided when my legs were no longer a part of my body, but unfortunately feeling my entrails drag in the snow was also fairly unpleasant in its own right. I then felt very sleepy, so I snuggled up to the cold, metal limb and let myself drift off to dreamland...
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"I wonder what a Noberry pie would taste like," said Uberbob after I poked the snow.
"It would probably taste like mutating into some unnatural, satanic monster," I proposed.
"That sounds about right," he replied with a nod.