LOSE(1) You would rather die fighting than trying to communicate with a wild boar. You pick up a small log to use as a club. You swing wildly at the snorting, gurgling thing. You feel as if you’re only attacking shadows. Suddenly, the club flies out of your hand, hits the dirt wall, bounces back and hits you squarely between the eyes! Dazed, you drop to the ground with a thud. The last sight you ever see is a hideous face, with gleaming tusks, bearing down on you.