Savage Chickens by Doug Savage for September 20, 2018

I have a game I play called “Death.” I’m the only one that knows the rules, and I cheat at it all the time. That counts.

Except that no matter how healthy you eat or how well you take care of yourself you are still going to die eventually. There is no getting out of it, we all go sometime.

How about a fiddle contest?

Try bagpipes. He won’t come anywhere near you.

I’m going with the chess -can I eat Flamin’ Hot Cheetohs when I’m playing?

There was one “Order of the Stick” comic in which a female warrior was killed in battle. The Grim Reaper offered to let her live if she could beat him in any contest she chose. She picked a wet t-shirt contest. He wasn’t happy.

The Grim Reaper plays a mean axe.

I don’t cheat him I beat him!