19th Hematite, Early Summer
Well, this is tragic. Zas, our once-budding marksman, is dead. Having examined the locale in question, he appears to have managed to slip into the single tiniest pond in the Windy Realm...
...get his bulging midriff stuck in said sluice...
...and drown.
What a moron. We brought all those bolts for nothing. What was he trying to hunt, anyway? His dead mother?
I suppose we needn't worry about a coffin, seeing as we can't even get to his waterlogged corpse. It's not something I could deal with anyway, seeing as I never knew Zas as well as I might have, and know not of his religious beliefs. I, of course, am a devout follower of Zag Stickfish:
Well, this is tragic. Zas, our once-budding marksman, is dead. Having examined the locale in question, he appears to have managed to slip into the single tiniest pond in the Windy Realm...
...get his bulging midriff stuck in said sluice...
...and drown.
What a moron. We brought all those bolts for nothing. What was he trying to hunt, anyway? His dead mother?
I suppose we needn't worry about a coffin, seeing as we can't even get to his waterlogged corpse. It's not something I could deal with anyway, seeing as I never knew Zas as well as I might have, and know not of his religious beliefs. I, of course, am a devout follower of Zag Stickfish: