#1 - March 5, 2015, 4:33 a.m.
"I'm going to go to the market to get some bread. I'll be back if I'm not mauled to death by bears, stung by a wasp the size of a tauren, absorbed by a slime monster, eaten by zombies, carried off by a spider the size of a horse, stabbed to death by 6 bandits, abducted by demons, killed by the opposing faction for entertainment, indoctrinated into the twilight cult, pecked to death by oversized birds or enslaved by sentient statue people.
I tried pre-digging my own grave to save you all the trouble but I unearthed a old god in the process so you and the kids will have to deal with that sometime today."