A skeleton's cavernous eyes and menacing smile replacing the familiar comfort of a human face. The thin, wonky movements. The pure evil that is managing to keep those bones together and keep them animated. Little subtle reminders that this creature was once human. It's an awful image.
Really, how do you fight a skeleton? I mean, it's already just bones, and what are you going to do to bones? If something has been stripped to the bones, there is nothing left you can threaten it with. You're left to just be mauled by a skeleton until you become nohting but one yourself. A skeleton is a human stripped of it's identity, a blank canvas with which only pure evil applies it's brush.
That's why it is terrifying when ever you skin a finger, or suffer a horrific arm break, bone jutting through the skin. It is in these moments that you are reminded that there is one of these right inside you! When you suffer an injury such as this, it is as though your skeleton is trying to get out. Don't kid yourselves, people. Laying in wait beneath your skin is a monster just waiting for the chance to escape.
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