[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

[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.

[evildoorstop]

Bwahaha, then you must have been terrified at the mere sight of me! [Conveniently forgetting Firo's less than concerned reaction.]

[immamartillo]

Kinda surprised, maybe, but you're even less scary than the stories people make up.

[evildoorstop]

Bah, what do you know anyway. [A definite sulk there.]

[immamartillo]

[ He laughs. ]

Aw, come on, it's just the truth!

[evildoorstop]

Clearly you haven't heard very good stories.

[immamartillo]

Oh? You know any?

[evildoorstop]

Terrible tales that destroy your feeble human mind!

[immamartillo]

I get the feelin' you're just makin' that up.

[ His skepticism is partially true, but also because he wants to try and bait Murray into telling him. Luck would probably love whatever morbid tale a talking skull would come up with. ]

[evildoorstop]

That's what Rip Hook said. Before he flung himself into the ocean no longer able to stand the horrors of his existence!

[immamartillo]

Good thing we're pretty far from the ocean, then. Come on, how am I supposed to believe ya if you won't tell me the stories?

[evildoorstop]

It was a grim night. There was no moon or stars and everywhere was pitch black. One man was on the street after a night at the tavern getting drunk off grog. He stumbled around in the dark, trying to get home, until he saw that there was some light - two pin pricks glowing in the dark, red as blood, glowing like flames.

Before he could decided what to do, it came.

[immamartillo]

That's how they all start. What'd it do?