[Razz]

but why, though? Why not, Clap, Yay? Why suffer in the cold of the darkness shed by the alley of your darkest dreams in which you run from your life in order to embrace your motivation to live? Or would this motivation take the heart of you, granting your scythe its doom and pleasure on that cold eve of twilight morn? Rather, why keep your heart, the very heart that permits your scythe to be, in it's undignified glory for which you pay with your mind? Why not grasp that blade with your silk-wrapped claws, your hollow talons, your roar in which your pride resides, and echoe your fate into its vast eternity? Alas, only the fool would know which path to take, and only the brave leave it behind ...