Once, in a lonely world, there was a lonely stickman.

"Oh, will I ever get out of this lonely place" the Stickman thought, as he pondered the meaning of life.

"No!" you answered, as you prepared to load your bow with a thirsty arrow!

"You will never get out of here" echoed through the lonely existence as the poor Stickman was struck in the face with the devastating arrow.

Blood and gore, rip and tear, the poor stickman went flying towards the floor by the sheer force of the arrow.

Now is the time. Now is the time to unleash your archery wrath!