*aggressively chews carrot while pieces spray all over the bar*

Murder Bunny didn't always have this name. Murder Bunny was once...but a simple rabbit by the name of Fluffy.

Fluffy lived the typical, idyllic life of a rabbit folk. Spent his days grazing with the rest of his fluffle, and spent his nights snuggled up for warmth. His dear, dear fluffle...Snuffles, Thumpy, Grumpy, Lumpy, Chunky, and of course, little Hammond. The love and harmony they had between each other was just...perfect.

That is...until the wolf came. Wild beast he was, and he knew nothing but hunger and hate. Rabbit folk were always taught to sleep with one eye open, always to keep their head on a swivel. But one night, just one night...Fluffy's fluffle forgot their place in the world. They forgot how fragile their peaceful existence truly was.

The squeaks...the squeaks are something Fluffy will never get out of his head. He awoke and climbed from his rabbithole in the middle of the night just to be met with the image of Lumpy's innards spilling out of the wolf's maw.

"Well? The fuck you lookin' at?" the wolf snarled as he slurped down the last half of Lumpy's lifeless body.

Fluffy forlornly sniffled his nose as he looked up at the big bad wolf, then down at the ground...where Hammond's disembodied head laid, permanently staring up in terror.

And that's when something peculiar happened. Something that's never happened to any rabbit folk before. Fluffy decided he was tired of running, tired of living in constant fear. Fluffy decided it was time to fight back.

The wolf's eyes widened as the previously docile bunny rabbit hopped straight onto his neck. He was so frozen with surprise that he barely even had time to register that Fluffy had already nibbled all the way through his jugular.

As Fluffy bathed in the warmth of the wolf's blood under the light of the full moon, he suddenly felt...different. He felt reborn. He didn't know what had just come over him, but all he knew now was there was no going back. After all, what was there to go back to?

"I am become...M̵̭͉͍̼̼͑̀̿͘͝u̶̢̪̦͉͊ŕ̶̛̬͔̺̲͔̋͑̑͂̈́̅̋̕d̷̳̈́̄́̈́͐̊͛̾̈́ȩ̸̧̧̡͕̼͚̰͖̜̦̩̩̱̘̓̇̃͝r̶̛̤̬̦̎͝͝ ̷͓̙̬͓̤̭͙̫͕̺̘̠͔̣͑̌͗̆̎̀͒̾̑͘͝ͅB̶̨̥͉͓̮̪͓͗̿͐̇͜u̶̫̟̽́̾͛͋́̄͑̚ņ̴̛̻̪̯͖̙̠̫̙̈́́̓̈́̍͛̂͘͝n̴̪͔̳̝̫̞̆͐̈̄͌̾̀̓̋̊͝͝͝͝ȳ̵̢̺̦̼̜̮̜͇̞̦̽͊͛͐́͐̓̈̆͜͜" he whispered to himself as he outstretched his bloodsoaked arms to the heavens.

And so began Murder Bunny's tour along the countryside, wreaking havoc and death wherever he went. Sometimes it was for money, other times it was for nothing more than the sadistic thrill.

How he ended up in the company of a pious tortle and a wise warlock was a story for another day. But one thing was for sure, his taste for blood had only just begun. The creature once known as Fluffy was all but gone.

Murder Bunny comes to the stark realization that he had spoken his entire backstory out loud.

NONE OF YOU HEARD NOTHIN! AND IF ANY OF YOUS EVER CALL ME BY MY TRUE NAME I WILL END YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE BLOODLINE!

NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKIN WEAPON!

##claim Falchion

##choose Option B

If Sandor wishes to hide in his shell, so be it! But I'm finna take this falchion for a spin! LEMME AT EMMMM!!!

*loosely twirls the blade around his hands*

*squeaks with sadistic delight*