[action] The Frozen Depths of Hell!

[evildoorstop]

[Murray has found himself outside a lot lately, in the cold and the snow, but now it's time to take advantage of it. He is currently sitting on top of the fountain, soaked and icy. He has some little icicles forming in his eye sockets and at the back of his skull. Despite his icy situation, he seems diabolically cheery, calling out to random people passing by.]

Beware my frozen sockets of doom! This land will be smothered in the winters of death! Beware! Turn back! Turn back! Before the frozen depths of hell envelop you! [And other such threatening comments.]

Comments

[evildoorstop]

Because I am so much more now!

[immamartillo]

You're a skull. I think that makes you a whole lot less.

[evildoorstop]

Er, physically, yes. That...is true.

[immamartillo]

Somebody could probably just step on you, and then that'd be the end, wouldn't it?

[That makes no sense if Murray's already undead, but who cares about that? Firo sure doesn't. ]

[evildoorstop]

Anyone who dares step on me had better be prepared to meet my teeth!

[immamartillo]

But wouldn't your jaw be kinda broken too?

[evildoorstop]

Er...Only if I let it go that far!

[immamartillo]

Well, how could ya stop 'em?

[evildoorstop]

I...haven't worked that out yet! But when I do, it shall be horrifying and very effective!

[immamartillo]

You could sic your rats on 'em...

[Why is he suddenly encouraging Murray's plans? Even Firo doesn't know.]

[evildoorstop]

[It's contagious]

Yes! My rats will take my revenge!

[immamartillo]

Good thing somebody's lookin' out for ya.

[evildoorstop]

Bah, I don't need looking out for. I would have thought of it.

[immamartillo]

[He nods and tips his hat.]

I'm sure ya would, great rat general.

[evildoorstop]

And don't forget it!

[immamartillo]

I don't think I'll be forgettin' it anytime soon.

[evildoorstop]

[He just cackles a bit.]