The Grim Reaper Himself out for a stroll on a lovely pitch-black night.
Death going for a little stroll
The Grim Reaper turns day to night, a blood-red moon rising from the horizon.
His bony hand extends beyond the reaches of time and space, passing the red moon. He has come at last. Father Death.
red moon
Blood moon
bloody moon of death
The moon is now a zombie...
om nom nom moon
Doodle or Die is the game of "telephone" with drawing!
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