[action] The Frozen Depths of Hell!

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[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.]

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[It's not been the first time he's been laughed at...or mocked...Sometimes it's just not easy being a skull.] Then what would you suggest? I could just eat you. If you would...you know pick me up.

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So you can't eat me without me picking you up?

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Uh..er...well..no..But it's always worth asking.

[spiritbruising]

[She almost feels bad for picking on him now. He looks so dejected, for a skull.] How did you get out to the fountain, then?

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[He is surprisingly expressive. For a skull.] Attempting to delve into my mysteries would drive even the strongest of minds mad! MAD!

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I believe you. [he's already confusing her.]

Well, if we can't fight... [that rules out most of her usual methods.] What games are you good at?

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[The selection of games for a disembodied skull is strangely small.]

Well...there was, er...Terrify the Swabbie. [He sighs wistfully.] Those were the days, armed, sailing the Caribbean, reigning terror! And I'd be so good at it now too.

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You're a pirate skull? [....now she's wondering if this is the pirate she was told about before. he doesn't seem quite capable of theft.] What's "Terrify the Swabbie"?

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I was a pirate skull, skeleton actually...Now I am so much more!

Ahhh, Terrify the Swabbie. We'd take turns and during the day or night. Night was best, but day was more challenging, we would each try to scare him! Bwahahaha! The looks on that sap's face!
"Aieee! Don't hurt me!" "What's that? What's that?!" Sob sob.

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So you kept bullying him. [...she doesn't sound too approving.]

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Of course! Until that incident with the cannon...

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Incident?

[does she want to hear this...]

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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.

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

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

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

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

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[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.

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

[spiritbruising]

No suggestions?

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

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

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What do you like?

[spiritbruising]

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

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