Actually, the way I see it, Lionel woke up in his grave (he's resistant that way) and then had to crawl out of his grave. He then somehow stumbled across a road in a forest (I don't know how that forest got here, but it's needed for the bear). At the same moment, a car was rushing on the road and the driver was looking through his glove box for his ringing phone... or maybe a Snickers, who knows. Poor Lionel got hit, broke a few limbs and ribs. The driver didn't stop though (he was too busy staring at a forgotten print-out of some slash manip *cough*).
Lionel, a little confused from the being-dead-and-then-hit-by-a-car thing, lost balance and fell from the side of the hill, rolling down, right onto a bear. Angry bears do not make good friends. He was not eaten though (because bears have good taste), just mawled and chewed a little. After the bear left, Lionel just lay there feeling a little down, but still plotting world domination: there's no point in wallowing in self-pity. Alas, after a few hours he felt some stinging on his legs and pretty much everywhere else. A colony of warrior ants (those are the carnivorous ones, right?) happened to be passing by. The Bastard finally met his end (slowly).
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2/5/07 04:36 pm (UTC)Lionel, a little confused from the being-dead-and-then-hit-by-a-car thing, lost balance and fell from the side of the hill, rolling down, right onto a bear. Angry bears do not make good friends. He was not eaten though (because bears have good taste), just mawled and chewed a little. After the bear left, Lionel just lay there feeling a little down, but still plotting world domination: there's no point in wallowing in self-pity. Alas, after a few hours he felt some stinging on his legs and pretty much everywhere else. A colony of warrior ants (those are the carnivorous ones, right?) happened to be passing by. The Bastard finally met his end (slowly).
*feeling better now*