Imagine Being Mordekaiser.

You're the lord of the dead. A necromancer from ages gone. Unchallenged and unshaken in your quest for immortality and the perfect afterlife. You pull some big islander woman into your death realm. The walls start sprouting tentacles. Jesus that's a lot of tentacles. Then she pulls your soul out and starts beating your soul when you're in the afterlife.
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