Somewhere out there. On the little garden of Timor. There's this beautiful little clearing. In this beautiful little clearing the sun shines a little bit brighter. All shapes and kinds of lovely flowers can be found, creating a beautiful, and colorful world. Bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds flitter about spreading soothing magic all around. The temperature is comfier than snuggling up in bed on a cold winter morning. The air is fresher than the freshest dew drop.

If you listen closely you can even hear a choir of angels in the background.

At the center of this clearing was a large, round, comfy-looking tree stump.

On top of this tree stump slept a bear. A Giant Fuck-Off Bear.

Void black fur that made one think that what they were actually seeing was a giant bear shaped hole in reality rather than doom itself approaching at unreasonable speeds, The Giant Fuck-Off Bear is said to be one of the most dangerous predators on all of Timor. Capable of threatening even Demigod level cultivators. These bears can't fly, but they can shoot extremely powerful lasers out of their mouths, and are almost entirely unbeatable, and inescapable, on land. They are said to be directly related to the mythical Bear Angel. A type of 8 winged golden-furred bear that was considered the progenitor of the bear template. Before looking that up I didn't even know bears had angels. Bears are weird.

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Lying in the grass of the clearing was a corpse.

Gary's corpse.

Gary was still alive. He'd decided to take the Coward's Way Out.

Gary's mind was firm on not moving a single muscle.

Gary's body was scared shitless. The urge to run away as fast as physically possible surged up in Gary's mind. Gary shoved the urge down, only for it to return stronger than ever. Gary steeled his will and firmly pushed that urge further down.

Gary decided he would play as dead as physically possible.

Gary played dead very well. Gary's devotion to playing dead whilst also overcoming the overwhelming urge to run screaming for the hills caused a strange reaction with the Coward's Way Out. Reality decided to congratulate Gary on playing dead so well, by spontaneously mutating his Coward's Way Out skill into a version of the skill so unique to Gary that only Gary could use it.

I decided to lovingly dub it:

Gary Is Dead

'Gary is dead. Please do not try to kill Gary a second time. While it would be pretty funny, he's already dead.'

This is an illusion skill that allows a Gary to do all of the same things as the Cowards Way Out, but with the added bonus of it being an illusion, and thus harder to see through. From all perspectives a Gary would just look like a corpse. This skill is Gary exclusive, no non-Garys allowed. It is rumored that a Gary created this mystical skill in a foolish attempt to witness the majesty of the Giant Fuck-Off Bear in its sleep. It's unknown if said Gary survived. pity.

Gary's corpse grinds its teeth. Gary must be under a lot of stress. Poor old Gary.