All the Presidents of the United States are resurrected in the far future with their last memory being at the point of their death but in refreshed, youthful bodies. They’re dumped on a planet where they are told they must kill each other, Hunger Games style, until only one survivor remains…
Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”
If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽
I am the smile of the worm-cleansed skull. I am the regrets of those who remain,
and the restlessness of those are are gone. I am the haunt of mausoleums, the
god of graves and age, of dust and dusk. I am Myrkul, Lord of Bones, and you
have slain my Chosen. But it is no matter. For I am Death. And I am not the end.
I am a beginning.