Dance... of Death!!

The nearest dancer kicked out lithely, hitting Fred in the scrotum. "Augh! No!" Fred screamed as he went down. "It wasn't supposed to end like this!"

The dancers descended upon Fred, kicking and punching him in the areas armor left exposed. The music in Fred's mind turned from a lovely dance number to a thunderous sonata of agony, as his skin tore and blood spurted in great foaming sprays, ribs cracked and bent, and brains oozed out of his ears, splattering all over the floor.

"That's odd I should be dead" Fred thought "and yet I can still think... and feel... the horrible agony!!"

The execution completed, the ethereal dancers peeled off Fred's armour, dressed him up in a doggie suit, painted him up with clown makeup, and tossed him in a dark pit. After a lengthy fall Fred smashed into a floor covered with bones. Groaning, he crawled to and fro and wondered how his head could be split open, his lungs filled with blood and pierced by ribcage, and his heart completely stopped - and yet still be alive!

Suddenly the light came on and Fred found himself looking at...

1. Bill Clinton. "You've gotta get me out of here!" the haggard ex-president groaned.
2. Hogungrim Bastard-Ax! "You look like shit, boy!" the elderly knight laughed, giving Fred a good-natured kick.
3. The maiden Fred had just slain, staring blankly at him through blood-covered eyes. "Follow me." she instructed Fred.

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