sure
I do.
But I don't think you know.
When your corpse is rotting away in the ground, and the maggots feast on your desiccated flesh- when the muscles in your bowels relax and your corpse is left shitting itself- when the knife is plunged through your pathetic heart and carves it out- you will have died, you will be dying, you will be dead, but there will be no peace.
Outside
Woman: Hmph. You ought to consider writing a horror novel or something - bet you could give Poe a run for his money. Something to consider...for your next life!
(She winds up and throws her halberd at the figure, making it spin at an absurdly fast rate so that it looks a spinning wheel of death. Unless it gets stuck somewhere, it'll eventually boomerang back to her hand.)
edited 21st Feb '16 2:13:01 PM by megarockman
The damned queen and the relentless knight.

I blame the people higher up in my command chain for making me leave