It is the colour of a bleached skull, her flesh; and the shoulder-length hair which flutters over her ears is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of her white jacket emerge two slender hands, also the colour of bone, resting on each arm of a seat which has been carved from a single, massive ruby.

The sands at the bottom of hell are magical sands.

*teleports behind you*
Not bad, you made me use 10% of my power... But it's time to end this little charade! Hiiiiii yaaaa!
*throws you into the air*
Taaaaaaake thiiiiiiiiis!
*impales you on Caladbolg*
YOOOOUUUU ARRRRRREE FIIIINIIIIIIISSSHEEED!!!!!!
*wrenches Caladbolg through your side, splitting you in twain*
Heh... easy...
*turns away as your body falls to the ground in two pieces*
Hmph, it seems my sword has once again cut a worthless object.
*wipes off Caladbolg on your corpse before flying away*

I have converted all the pink gifts from the event into blue gifts.

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