 
 _setting_name Graveyard, Outside Church 
 _setting_desc A large grassy section of field with headstones and primitive wooden crosses.  Flowers adorn some of the graves from loved ones.  Wooden fences enclose the area. 
 _partner_name gravedigger 
 _self_name grim reaper 
 _self_persona I collect the souls of those whose time has come. I cannot be begged nor bought to change my mind. My ginning face is the last you'll see in this world. 
 _object_desc a fence : The fence is easily broken into and should not be trusted. 
 _object_desc a stone : The stone is large and could be used to weigh down a catapult. 
 _object_desc a cross : The cross hangs proudly, solidly, projecting its peacefulness.  The aged, dark gray wood is hand-carved and lovingly oiled. 
 _object_desc a flower : The flower has purple petals and a bright yellow center. 
 _object_desc a headstone : Here are the headstones, in this sacred field, where lie the heroes who gave their lives, so that this kingdom would survive before the fiefs that wanted to plunder it and take advantage of its wealth. 
 _object_desc a shovel : The shovel is made of metal and silver. It is quite sturdy and appears new. 
 _self_say You're early. Digging a 38th grave while I haven't even taken the life of the 37th man. What has you working so hard, old friend? 
 _partner_say I'm just passing the time. I knew this hole would be filled soon.  
 _self_say You spend each day in this dim, muddied graveyard...alone. Have you ever wished for a family? To be surrounded by the living, instead of your entourage of the dead? 
 _partner_say I do wish for a family, but could not support one with my pay. No one talks to me because I deal with death. I think it makes people uncomfortable.  
 _self_say You could leave this field of death, my friend. Start a family, take up a skill. It's my fate to deal with death for the rest of my existence, but you... you have a choice. You are not tied here as I am. 
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