[Gold Saw found the fire pit. She's been staring into it for several minutes now, the glow of the flames reflecting off her claws and the blade of King Saw.]

[Surprisingly, she hasn't attempted to chop the metal bowl in half. Yet.]

[Farmhouse #9, you are now chopped in half.

The culprit? This chick with horns and a giant saw sword, standing at the edge of the second floor where she apparently woke up. Anyone dare ask why...?]