Sigh

A few weeks ago, I became Death. I'm not sure if you knew this or not. Probably not. I don't talk about it very much. I'm pretty humble about the whole thing. At the same time, three of my friends were dubbed War, Pestilence and Famine, and we four males were subject to Karah's bidding.

Or something like that. I don't recall all the details. Beer and shots were involved in the creation and planning processes.

Anyway, apparently my reign isn't putting much fear into my followers. The people of Mexico City have "unveiled a softer image" of Death. Famine and War are going to make so much fun of me. This sucks.