What is death? Many have asked this... Well, I have experienced death. I have met him, spoke to him.... Saw his cruelty. Death is a much painful man, he's very rude and smells like cheese. I was lucky enough to escape and get this painting of the Lord of Death. Yes, an strange looking man isn't he? He's kingdom is rarely taken care of... Because of that they have people running in the streets wearing just a fanny pack. They are all full of disease because of his cruelty. But how did I meet him you may ask..... Well my story begins with a lonely walk in a random nearby cave. I was walking alone on this lonely walk and I spotted something.. It couldn't be. The Frost Giants of the Southern Beaches in Northwestern Michigan were in my lonely shell of a cave my ex left me. Then out of the darkness a man dressed in black took me into a hole and I found myself in the midst of a land of Death. I was instructed by this man in black to find the lord and defeat him using the fourth. I asked in my most Olde Englishness ability, "Whywth thoueth chooseth me." But then I realized. I forgot to say "meeth." He glared at me and gave me a sword of light. He said, "Yodar saidar toar fightar himar." I nodded, "He's an Ancient Norwegian Barbarian." I found myself just moments later in a room and I saw him. The man named Death(we will call him Deathicus for formal reasons). Deathicus took out his sword, and I mine. He smiled.... And took out a cookie. I laughed and we battled a long and hard two minutes of tapping... tapping.... tapping, then he was defeated. I looked at him and smiled, but it was a short smile as I saw the cookie. It was Grandma Jo's last cookie. He was the one... I remember the thought I had when looking at the Deathicus the Thief and lord of Death.... And that's my story, my tale, and pretty much my life. This is why I'm who I am. #idefeateddeathicus