For a Truly Valiant attempt at surviving in extremely harsh weather conditions.
Never giving up the fight for life.

Rain, fog, bearly any food not to mention being stranded on an island in the dark of the night.

The Freezing Cold Grasp of Death! Right To His Bonez!

He fired his rifle only to hear its beautiful cry as a last bit of joy before his dismal end. Thus the rain cleared. He made a fire and was safe for now.

He made the swim and a fire again! but alas the hunger was upon him.

He ran to Dolina. Help was on the way! but it was too late!

"He fell dead behind a cabin, juicey pumpkin, he wished he was grabin.
His friend searched for him, never to be found probably beacause he looked like a pile a sticks on the ground. OOOOOH. (dem rhyms)

*A Few Moments Later*

The friend accidently discharged his ♥♥♥♥♥♥ side arm only to be eaten alive by a horde of sliding zombies... they probably had the hunger that the brave Skeletor had before his end.

RIP. Skele & Friend.