I am a stereotypical zombie from the 80'. I get reduced to a skeleton, but I continue to live, because logic.

The next user gets spook'd by me, the skeleton.

I managed to hear the bones rattling as he came, so I was prepared and didn't get scared.

The below user's house has mines under the floor.

I walk in, and all my fans turn on. Word it a bit better next time.

The next user is melted.

Please state an attack. I type on my keyboard.

The next user is hit in the head repeatedly with a keyboard.

I join in because I'm a sick bastard.

The next user gets run over by a 100000000000 ton train.