They say a rooster sings even on the day it ends up in the pot.
The rooster rules the coup. With chest full of puffery and bravado, it sits itself atop the proverbial pecking order. In a world of chickens, the rooster stands above all, believing itself to be the worthiest of adversaries to any intruder. The ultimate antagonist, crowing confidently from its perch.
But when fox gets into the henhouse, even the bravest of roosters’ crow will falter. What was paraded as bravado and puffery is shown only to be skin deep.
The rooster will run, afraid for its life.
For the fox comes to snuff the rooster.
♫ Here he comes to snuff the Rooster
You know he is gonna die ♫
You feel it… The fear.
Your heart pumps in your chest, so hard that you feel it in your throat. Each breath a jagged gasp, sandpaper tearing through your dry throat.
Your legs feel filled with lead, muscles burning as you force them to keep moving.
Your eyes dart wildly, every shadow a potential threat. The world blurs at the edges, the only focus is the need to keep moving, to escape. Your skin prickles with the sense of being watched, of something closing in behind you, too close.
Every sense is heightened, yet dulled by fatigue. Your body screams at you to stop, to rest, but fear propels you forward.
He comes, every sense in your body tells you.
You should listen to your body… For it is right, mi amigo.
♫ Ain’t found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stingin’ sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere. ♫
You were once that proud rooster, Grizzly St Claire. With enough bravado and puffery to stalk me and take a swing. You sent a message that day, hand delivered for what I can only assume is Zeus himself.
But when you take a swing at death, you had better swing harder than that.
Since that day, I’ve been chasing you, Rooster. The fox who stalks your farmyard. Where has your brave crow gone, mi amigo?
An arduous chase that has led me throughout all of Arcadia. But what the rooster neglects to understand is that once death has you in its sights, La muerte vendrá por ti… es inevitable.
Every path you have scarpered down leads you nowhere but back where we started.
The fox is hungry, and you have nowhere left to run.
♫ Here he comes to snuff the Rooster
You know he is gonna die ♫
At Chain Reaction, little rooster, all of Arcadia will know what happens when barnyard birds step outside of their domain. But there is one simple truth that I will draw from your lips before your inevitable end.
Who sent you, little rooster? Whose henhouse do you hail from?
You failed, little bird, and your last act on Arcadia’s soil will be that of cowardice.
For as much bravado that a rooster has, he is no antagonist. He’s merely crowing at the sun that will never rise.