[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]

Walls don't make any noise! Or hurt. Or get cold. Where's the fun in that?

I'm so sorry, I lost the notif for this one

[immamartillo]

It'd be no fun for me either way.

[ He glances around, hoping that someone else will come by and distract Murray. ]

Look, why don'cha just... hide in a bush and jump out at people walkin' by r somethin'?

No problem. I'm just slow for no reason sometimes

[evildoorstop]

Hide in a bush and jump out at people. Jump.

[immamartillo]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Okay, fine. Float out at 'em, or whatever it is you do.

[evildoorstop]

...Oh that would be good.

[immamartillo]

Even better if ya wait until nighttime to do it. Bet ya could spook some people pretty good.

[evildoorstop]

Night is a better time for terror. That is true.

[immamartillo]

People are always jumpier then.

And you might wanna trade the icicles for some fake blood or somethin'.

[ This brainstorming thing is actually kind of fun. ]

[evildoorstop]

Fake? Only fake?

[immamartillo]

[ ...He probably shouldn't have brought up blood at all. ]

...Don'tcha think it's a little pointless to hurt somebody just for a joke?

1/2

[evildoorstop]

...

2/2

[evildoorstop]

No?

[immamartillo]

...Well, it is. You can do just fine with fake stuff, most people can't even tell the difference.

[evildoorstop]

I...suppose that's always an option...

[immamartillo]

Of course it is. It's probably the easier option, too.

[evildoorstop]

It is rather hard without hands...

[immamartillo]

Seems like a lotta things would be hard without hands. Or a body.

[evildoorstop]

You have no idea.

[immamartillo]

[ Aw, poor Murray. Firo chuckles. ]

How do you eat? Do you even need to eat?

[evildoorstop]

Food is for your fleshy kind. I don't need it!

[immamartillo]

Then how can you... talk and move around and all that?

[evildoorstop]

Will! And sheer power.

[immamartillo]

Uh-huh, sure. I'm serious, how do ya do it?

[evildoorstop]

I'm one of the undead. How do you think we do anything?

[immamartillo]

[ He shrugs. ]

To be honest, I never really thought stuff like you existed.