LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian

I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇɴᴇss. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀʟɪꜰᴇ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀʟᴇss ʜᴇʀᴇ. Pʟᴀʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ's ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

Death was quietly humming 'Killer Queen' while waiting for Rhaizen to respond.

Death googled up to Rhaizen, using his scythe as a Mic to sing along to his toolbox. The man's cholesterol levels were through the roof, and it showed that on his hourglass. The man grabbed his chest and Lopen swung his scythe, separating body from soul. His soul appeared next to Death. Sᴏ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ? Yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ sᴛᴜɴᴛ.

Death walked out of the building with a boombox which was blaring 'Don't Fear the Reaper.' After he pressed next track it started playing 'Another One Bites the Dust.'

Death entered the ranch house, went in to a side room, and started practicing his human dancing. He was currently learning the worm, but it was hard to do in a cloak without exposing his spinal chord.

I'll sign up as Lopen, a young and spritely man who says he's from the Central Dominance but has a peculiar accent.

Lopen tipped the mimes with mime money.

Death made a little voodoo doll of Mac and gave it a coppermind full body underskin plate. The same happened to real Mac. He then asked if he accepts the change, and if not, Death would remove it.

Death telepathically reminded Mraize that he didn't have his hourglass and suggested he retconned that inaccuracy out. Death had the hourglass, and no one could take it.

Death looked at the beast's hourglass. It had run out, it's life ended promptly by a heart attack. Tᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴀᴛᴛʏ ꜰᴏᴏᴅs. Death walked up to the beast, and swiped at it with his scythe. It passed into the great beyond almost instantly, it's physical aspect crashing to the ground.

Death continued reading 'The Plight of the Common Chair.'

Death continued intently reading 'The Plight of the Common Chair.'

The Dustbringer destroys the phone, the Bondsmith unites the parts of the phone back together, the Edgedancer removes friction between the Lightweaver's hand and the phone and then seizes it from them, and the Willshaper turns the ground underneath the Edgedancer's feet to liquid and then seizes the phone from them.

Death went back to his chair, the Aon Tia card in his pocket, and opened something he had started a few days ago, 'The Plight of the Common Chair' and opened it up at page 20763, almost half way through.

Death pulled out the beast's hourglass. He saw that he had nothing to worry about, preparing to see Soul show off his lethal mastery

Lopen was annoyed. It was understandable that a confidence trickster like Rhazien would lie about his hourglass to others, but to himself? Lopen had specifically killed the last member of a greatshell species to make the man's hourglass. The leftover gamheart he crushed and then used as sand. It was impossible to fake. But as a new Death Lopen had misinterpreted it slightly. Rhaizen had a month or two left. That was too long. Lopen walked over to where Mace had been standing and picked up a fallen Aon Tia card. He knew where they went. As usual Mace had been inventive with his bunker choices; who knew that the bunker where Lopen had placed a hungry eldritch horror but an hour ago? It was trained to obey DA commands, but other than that would rip anything it saw in half. Mouse Death appeared in front of Lopen notifying him that Mraize had had his non infected arm ripped off. Good.

Iᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴘ. Yᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.

The Lopen of Death looked up at the thing, and smiled at his old friend. Hᴇʏ Gᴀɴᴄʜᴏ. Nɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ. Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ. Tʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ'ʟʟ ʜᴀs ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇs ᴜs ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ? I ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴛᴏʀs ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Aʟʟᴇʏᴠᴇʀsᴇ. Jᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇɪɢᴇ sᴇᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ's ᴘᴏsᴛs. Hᴏᴡ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇss?