T'was all Hollows eve and all through the forest creatures were stiring. In the maze of trees, pumpkins were sprouting. The Game Masters were seeking some fun.



People gathered and prepared for the hunt for many prizes awaited the bunch.



The message rang out, 'Hurry off!' the voices screamed.



A great pumpkin hunt this surely would be deemed.

Many tried to sneak Others simply ran but most went for the kill.

Militia men appeared on the scene and tried to help those in need. Though so valient their efforts, nothing did a thing.

The game was simple so many played. Death, crime, and trickery were common trade. Pumpkins became currency for riches and many became just that. This was the story of one day in the year where anything went.