[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]

An idea? I'm all ears, figuratively speaking of course.

[all7seas]

Marauding. [Yes. That is the general overall topic area of this idea. There will be more details to follow, of course, but -- marauding.] Wondering if you might be up for some. Life's not all bowling and similar pleasures. The early pirate gets the doubloon, and all that.

[evildoorstop]

[Marauding. Mischief making. This is one skull who looks pleased with this.] Marauding. Bwahahaha! Perfect! [While some fun can be had while half freezing and scaring people, this sounds too good to pass up.] You've come to the right skull.

[all7seas]

I'm thinking if we two team up, we can rake in even more booty. And split it fairly, of course. Twenty-eighty.

1/2

[evildoorstop]

Ha! With your ability to move and my fearsome countenance, the booty'll just be rolling in!

2/2

[evildoorstop]

Twenty-eighty? If you only want twenty...

[all7seas]

No, no -- you misunderstand, lad. Twenty for YOU. Eighty for myself! Ooooor seventy-five. Five for the widows and orphans. Got to mind the karmic balance of my soul, you see.

[evildoorstop]

And how much would that be for me then? [Math. Not a strong suit.]

[all7seas]

Hrmmmmm...that would only leave you with five as well. [Detecting and exploiting math weakness is a go!]

[evildoorstop]

Right...Wait I'm worth far more than any widow!

[all7seas]

Six, then! Five and a bonus for you being a proud-hearted bastard and all!

[evildoorstop]

Ah, a bonus! I'm in! [He hasn't lost sight of the original argument, no not all!]

[all7seas]

Excellent! Now it will all take a certain amount of strategizing, what with you having no legs and all, but I believe I have the perfect solution to that.

[evildoorstop]

Does it involve getting me legs?

[all7seas]

More BETTER. Involves you getting WHEELS!

[evildoorstop]

What? A chariot or something? A hellish chariot!

[all7seas]

Errmmmmmmmmmmmmsortof. Possibly even more exciting, lad. Have you ever heard of "remote control"?

[evildoorstop]

I've heard of control.

[all7seas]

Picture control.......remotely.

[evildoorstop]

Like possession! Or a spell! And I will be doing this controlling?

[all7seas]

Well no. You don't have any arms! Unless somehow we got your mouth involved....

[evildoorstop]

[Needless to say, he's getting just a little lost.] If I'm not in control, what do I do?

[all7seas]

You blaze in on the wheels! With flickering hellfire in your eyes! [Or flashlights.] Screaming piratish threats! Terrorize 'em, lad!

[evildoorstop]

[Now this is more within his understanding.] Terror! Mayhem! BWAHAHAHA!

[all7seas]

They drop their loot and run away, and we come out the victors!