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[takes_a_holiday]

*Our resident scythe-wielding skeleton is relaxing in the shade of an apple tree (albeit not a normal apple tree; all the apples have :I faces on them). His mighty steed is nearby snacking on fallen apples, completely unconcerned by the faces (which go from :I to :O as the horse takes bites out of them).*

I have a question, for those who are willing to answer it. What do you live for?

((You need a post, and I need to de-hiatus. Everybody wins! I'll be bringing my other six characters back tomorrow (probably), but tonight it's all Death.))