That myth about challenging Death to a game of your choosing is so funny because you could conceivably make it ANYTHING that is considered a game. Have fun playing as Illithiel the Elven Wizard in my six-hour-long DnD campaign, Mr. Grim.
I challenge Death to a game of hopscotch. I win obviously, I have tennis shoes. I have coordination. What does the devil have? Bitch has a robe, will trip over it. Will loose.
Reminds me of that comic of some dude challenging death to a game of mario kart and becoming the new king of the underworld
I challenge death at a game of who’s best at blowjobs or sex? You won’t do It? Coward
Each of these methods is foolproof and we’re all going to be immortal.
Screw all of those lets play a game of who can make cry faster, me or death? Me bitch. Always me.
