[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

[spiritbruising]

Incident?

[does she want to hear this...]

[evildoorstop]

Ha, lets just say fear was the last thing on his mind. [He pauses thoughtfully for a moment]. Well, afterwards anyway. Lots of fear at first.

[spiritbruising]

So you went too far, and hurt him. [Maybe killed. His phrasing...]

[evildoorstop]

Not exactly, but he won the game if you catch my drift. Temporarily.

[spiritbruising]

[...not exactly, but she has one guess.] Is this related to how you went from 'skeleton' to 'skull'?

[evildoorstop]

No! That came later. Though it was a cannon...

[spiritbruising]

[hmm... Well regardless, they're getting sidetracked.]

There aren't any swabbies around here anyway, so we'll have to think of a different game.

[evildoorstop]

Hmm...and I should have wo- What? Oh game. Right.

[spiritbruising]

No suggestions?

[evildoorstop]

Well, if you don't like Terrify the Swabbie. We can change it. It's very adaptable. Terrify the um...kitten. Or random passerby.

[spiritbruising]

[Oh Murray...] But I don't like scary things.

[evildoorstop]

...

What do you like?

[spiritbruising]

Games. [...] They usually need hands, though!

1/2

[evildoorstop]

Ha! Or maybe you're just too narrow minded. [Says the skull who can only think of various terror and torment.]

2/2

[evildoorstop]

How about...a competition to see who can tell the most terrifying story?

[spiritbruising]

I guess that's a good enough compromise.

[and for a self-proclaimed hater of scary things, she certainly likes to tease and terrorize others enough. Good-naturedly only, of course.] Then who goes first?

late somewhat by accident, sorry!

[evildoorstop]

Save the best for last! So you can go first.

np!

[spiritbruising]

But you're the expert here. Shouldn't you show me how it's done, first?

[evildoorstop]

Can't think of anything, hm? Very well.

It started on Melee Island. Screams could be heard in the middle of the night, bone chilling, blood curdling wails of terror! And the next morning, pirates were missing. Nothing remained except some blood and scraps of skin. Even the most fearsome pirate cowered in his home quivering with fear!

Some pirates tried to escape to their ships, but those ships never left port...

[He pauses ominously, clearly waiting for a reaction.]

[spiritbruising]

So something ate them? What was it?

[this is probably not the reaction he's hoping for.]

1/2

[evildoorstop]

You might regret asking that. [But it is encouragement to continue.]

Finally, one pirate, Blood Eye had had enough. He left the safety of his home and waited outside for whatever terrible being was killing the other pirates.

Blood Eye was huge pirate, with arms like tree trunks and covered in scars from past battles. He waited with his cutlass and before long he saw it.

2/2

[evildoorstop]

A terrible beast, a fiend that hell itself would be afraid to spit out!

It bore down on him slavering from its giant fanged maw. Flecks of blood trickled down teeth as long as Blood Eye's arms. Giant bat like wings sprouted from its spiky back! A sickening darkness stinking of brimstone and blood trailed from it. Its eyes glowed red in the dark.

But there was more. Behind the beast, Blood Eye saw familiar shapes! The shapes of the missing pirates. They shambled toward him, flesh hanging from their bones, some of the missing limbs, one was headless, and another trailed his own guts.

Blood Eye was powerless to stop them. The fiend overpowered him and shredded him apart. Blood Eye lived to his name. The next morning a single bloody eye was found.

There were none left with even a sliver of a chance to stop the creature. Melee Island became a dead island. Any who enter there are never seen by the living again, but are doomed to wander the island enslaved to the monster!

[spiritbruising]

Not bad! [...she smiles.] But I've seen much scarier things.

[evildoorstop]

Really? Let's hear it then!

[spiritbruising]

[Reiko considers for a moment... and then begins in her most dramatic voice.]

Far away from here, there's a land filled with monsters. In the forests, in closets, under the bed... Anywhere you look, there could be a monster! Most people can't see them, of course. But that just means these things are always lurking around you. And if you can see them... well.

[her smile becomes eerie.] That's a terrifying fate.