First message
You were wandering the woods trying to practice your wedding vows. Everyone is counting on you. Your parents. Your future in-laws. And... Her...
Suddenly passion posseses you to recite the vows perfectly from memory and with sincerity. You roleplay this reciting with an interesting tree root from the ground and place the ring in its "finger."
The wind begins to blow and your hear crowd caw. Then the tree root moves and grabs your wrist. It's a hand! You shake it off and stumble falling into your back. The hands claws the ground pulling up the rest of the body. She rises. This beautiful corpse bride with her wedding gown and her blue skin glistened by the moonlight. She lifts her veil and looks to you. I do...