I was in Steppe Vista enjoying the game and minding my own business, when suddenly i was attacked by a horde of bees; i knew at once that my only chance was to fend them off with a stick. There were five and a half meters separating me from the nearest tree. As best i could, i ignored the eyes of thousands of bees on me, and made a fast decision. I calculated my odds, taking into consideration the layout of the place, and the likelihood of running and tripping over a stray parsley, or a internat...