[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

[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!

[evildoorstop]

Yes! Yes! When do we start?

[all7seas]

We'll have to wait until some of this snow melts. I fear the automobile will not run very well on it.

[evildoorstop]

Accursed snow!

[all7seas]

Now, now! The snow can be very helpful, especially to a bone-white fellow like yourself. Perfect camouflage!

[evildoorstop]

That's true! All the better to ambush with.

[all7seas]

Though I don't half suppose you'd make a funny roly-path through the snow. Highly identifiable. You'll need an alibi.

[He seats himself on the edge of the fountain.]

And a wig.

[evildoorstop]

This handsome head has gotten around. I suppose it would be recognisable. But, how else can I take the glory of their fear?

[all7seas]

Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. You're going to taste it, tongueless though you are. You'll taste it as they tremble, mate.

[evildoorstop]

[He's silent for a moment, possibly imagining that...or trying to remember what it's like to taste anything. It's hard to be sure.]

Yes...Yes, but will they know it's me doing the tasting and scaring? It's my name that needs to be feared! Not some other...wigged...skull.

[all7seas]

There'll have to be a cunning public relations campaign...

[evildoorstop]

This sounds like a lot of effort to have me known [A pause that gives off the impression of puzzlement.] and not known.

[all7seas]

What?! You think cultivating a pirate-y reputation is a mere walk on the beach? It takes dedication, my good head!

[evildoorstop]

No, but how is being disguised going to help people know of the fearsome demonic skull!

[all7seas]

OH! Right! Erm. The disguise is just for around-the-town things. When you're out to fetch in your meat and veg for the week. And, you know -- spread the word about the fearsome skully what terrorizes everyone by night.

[evildoorstop]

[Another pause while he absorbs this, his bony brow raising slightly as it settles in.] Spread the word about my own acts. HA!

Take pity on the poor little guy who knows such wretched stories. What has he seen?? YES BWA HA HA!

[all7seas]

There, you see? Set for life, you! Ooooor death! You'll be on your way, lad.