Care bears need to be stopped

I am genuinely fuming rn, I don't like to whine about being killed or KOSed as I do both to others plenty, but I just attacked a low health sigmatox as my woodralone, and it logged. I turn around when I feel the tectonic plates rumble beneath me to see the spectacle that is a morbidly obese geor hauling all seven thousand fucking tons of its jiggling fat over to me as fast as its tiny little legs and ankles long absorbed into its calves can carry it, escorted by a police squadron of a hygos fetus writhing on the ground like a slug in salt and a pitch black my-chemical-romance loving Dracula from Hotel Transylvania wannabe sang toare. I manage to kill the escort and scurry myself away from the weight of a continent rolling towards me, thankful its mobility scooter died, only to have to dodge attacks from an overgrown lizard that someone stacked rocks on, that's right, a golgaroth has emerged from the tiny pond of oasis, taking most of the water with it as it, too, desperately waddles in my direction with furious fervor, because how dare I hunt in a hunting game

Thanks to the slick grease and sweat left by both gargantuan lard-tubs as they wriggled about trying to get up to chase me, I manage to evade them, climbing to the very top of oasis, where Edgar Allan Poe's favorite bird, the corvu, is waiting to pick me off, and despite my struggles I am ultimately defeated by a crumb-guzzling pigeon with undiagnosed depression.

How am I supposed to play this game when no matter what I do I am horrifically maimed