Death Needs a Break
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While everyone else who coveted never-death were busy experimenting with stinky potions, meditating until their brain turned to mush, or trying some of the more unsavory methods, Saint Pythagoras did something much simpler.
Simply escape death. If the reaper can't catch you, he can't claim you. What ensued was the most extensive and exhaustive manhunt in the history of manhunts. Reapers all across the world are now obligated to catch Saint Pythagoras or suffer dishonor!
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