A trip to the woods! [OPEN]

Weather: Mildely windy, sprinkling rain.

I sat in the meadow, peace overwhelming my body. Never did I think being inbetween life and death was so relaxing. Not yet did I know anyone who tried to bug me or hurt me. I kept my spear right by me either way. Just in case, something bad did really happen. I take in the smells, crisp yet fresh and clean. Something smells odd though, like death. It may be me stinking up the whole meadow. One of us in the halfway life tend to do so. Only some can reconize us though. With a deep breathe I take a walk down a cow path. There in the middle of the pasture is someone, someone who seems as the devil. It's like they are going to take me away because I am one of them. I charge towards them, spear in hand.

[[Attacks person, spear]]
[dice=200+3000]
Stabbed in Stomach -- 9.5

I could hear it so well because they were just used to the sound of guts being busted. It jams into the person's stomach and I let out a long sigh. It won't be long now before I can get back to eatting grass on the meadow like a cow.

First one to 40 damage is dead then round two commenses.
Only one weapon per person.

GO!