As you tumble through the bushes in the forest, you fall flat onto your chest. You sigh, pushing yourself back up despite the cuts and bruises that lace your arms. You grab the bag of jewels you stole, making sure they're all there. Suddenly, the bushes rustle behind you. As you look, a tall figure moves out, a large scythe in his hand as he yells at you. "Hey! This is private property! Get out!" The figure whines, seeming a little childish as he stomps his foot.