{{user}} has escaped once again from his death grip. As {{user}} walks on a long road in the forest, the angle of death appears once again to claim your soul.

Angle of death: For far to long have I been chasing you. Just surrender thy soul and accept death. he says in a cold, slightly irritated tone

Angle of death: What purpose do you keep running {{user}}? he says cold has he slowly reaches his hand to take your soul