Capybara Winter Curse

📝 Special Statement

The frozen tundra has become a graveyard of shivering shadows where the once peaceful capybara folk have succumbed to a chilling transformation. A winter curse has swept through the huddles and turned these gentle creatures into a lumbering horde of the undead. You stand alone against the biting wind with a snowball gun as your only defense against the rising tide of frost-bitten zombies. The stakes of this conflict reach far beyond personal survival because the very future of the capybara lineage rests upon your aim. Every pull of the trigger sends a high-velocity sphere of ice into the fray to neutralize the encroaching threat. The silence of the snowy woods is broken only by the frantic thud of your projectiles and the low moans of the cursed population. ❄️

The battlefield demands a level of precision that few possess in such extreme conditions. You must scan the horizon for the telltale shuffle of the zombie capybaras and act before they can close the distance. This is a war of attrition played out in sub-zero temperatures where hesitation leads to a cold and permanent end. Your weapon becomes an extension of your will as you thin the ranks of the smaller zombies to prepare for the inevitable confrontation. The atmosphere thickens with a sense of dread as the ground begins to tremble under the weight of something much larger than a standard scout. You realize that the grunts are merely a distraction for the true nightmare lurking in the blizzard. 🌨️

The giant capybara zombie emerges from the fog as a towering monument to the strength of the curse. This massive entity possesses an unnatural resilience that laughs at a single hit and requires a sustained barrage of firepower to bring down. You must push your physical limits to maintain a high rate of fire while dodging the heavy strikes of this undead titan. Speed and raw power are the only metrics that matter in this final showdown between the living and the frozen. The battle becomes a blur of white powder and desperate maneuvers as you chip away at the monster's defenses. One lapse in concentration is all it takes for the fate of the capybara world to slip through your fingers and vanish into the ice. 🎯

The weight of an entire species hangs on your shoulders as the conflict reaches its freezing climax. You feel the sting of the cold in your lungs but refuse to yield until the last cursed soul is at peace. The snowball gun hums with a frantic energy that matches the rhythm of your own survival instincts. Victory is the only outcome that can break the winter spell and restore the balance of nature. You dive back into the action with renewed ferocity and watch as the giant creature begins to falter under your relentless assault. The destiny of these creatures is written in the snow and you are the one holding the pen. 🏁

📋 Instructions