[h3][color=gold]King Pridemoor[/color] - ???[/h3]

His eyes flashed open as he rose off his back. He sat in a world of darkness, no light to reflect on his golden armor. The man scanned his chest: it was clean of broken taco shells and ketchup. Before he could rejoice however, gray clouds parted before him as a horrofic monstrosity floated through an ethereal light.

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[b]"Alright, champ, come on,"[/b] It waved it's scythe at Pridemoor as he scooted away in fright, [b]"I'm a busy man."[/b]
[color=gold]"W-What?! I can't [i]die![/i] My birthday is in two weeks!"[/color]
[b]"... call today your [i]'Deathday'[/i] then? Last guy had a cupcake, I mean, you can have it."[/b]
Pridemoor, in denial-fueled rage, jumped to a stand as he prodded a finger into the spirit's chest. [color=gold]"You're telling me I died because I tripped on dirt?"[/color]
[b]"No. From embarrassment."[/b]
[color=gold]"What?!"[/color] The king's voice raised an octave as he reeled back from him, [color=gold]"That's not- That's not even possible!"[/color]
[b]"Yeah it is."[/b] The spirit sat on it's scythe. As he did so, his form rocked back and forth like it was a swing. [b]"Increased heart rate. Too much sugar from all the Ketchup. And, more prominent, the feeling of actually wanting to die. You know, the moments where you spew food all over your date's face and you're like, 'good golly I just wanna die!'. You think those requests don't get heard? I'm busy but I also keep an ear out."[/b]

[color=gold]"Well, I don't want to die!"[/color]
[b]"... [i]sigh[/i], come on man. I brought out the scythe and everything."[/b]
[color=gold]"I don't want to die!"[/color]
[b]"It's really hard to get it out. I have to float like into three other dimensions to pickup the thing."[/b]
[color=gold]"I don't!"[/color]
[b]"You were french-kissed by a robot, dude. Do you want to go back to that?"[/b]
[color=gold]"I DON'T WANT TO-"[/color]

[b]"Fine,"[/b] The spirit rolled its sockets as it flipped through a large, gray dusty book, [b]"We'll just say you passed out from the trip. Good for your character, right? This was all a hallucination anyway."[/b]
[color=gold]"It was?"[/color]

[h3][color=gold]King Pridemoor[/color] - Exterior Sheriff's Office[/h3]

Right as he regained consiousness, he was thrown into a tumble by a large blast of water. He slammed against the side of the building, and when it ended, slid down it like a rag doll. It cleaned his armor of the mushed-up tacos at least. When the water weakened to a drizzle, he secured his helmet over his mouth frantically. [color=gold]"How dare you! I-I j-just- Give me my cape!"[/color] Pridemoor marched across the drenched soil, draped his soggy red robe over his shoulders, and stormed down the path.

Where Pridemoor was struck against the wall, a gooey, wet, brown blob stuck mushed next to it. There were dots of color in it, like sprinkles, and sticking out of it was something resembling a candle.