You died while killing a fly. Little did you know, the fly had metal wings and cut your palms, and when you smushed it the dead-fly-juice infected your cuts immediately and you... just... died...
Remember: the plot is nothing more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations. — Ray Bradbury
And if you don't like them, how'd they earn your trust, huh?
Okay that's more likely. Lol
