Long ago, when the world was young, and there were many more than one Grim Reaper: one of them decided to become a vegetarian. His name was Howard. For awhile, being vegetarian worked out for him. But as the years went by, he began to regret his choice, for he was hungry, and he had lost a lot of weight. His fellow Grim Reapers started calling him "Slim Reaper". Those that did soon found themselves deceased, and as confused as anyone who had that job would be. Soon there was only one Grim Reaper left, and he was smart, not calling Howard the Slim Reaper, and generally avoiding him at all costs (Howard left him alone anyways so that there would still be someone to do the job of guiding people to wherever they go after death). One day, a hero was passing along the road on the other side of the street singing a catchy tune about Slim Reapers. Howard was enraged, and he attacked. The hero was completely taken by surprise and died a glorious death before he could even draw his weapon. Howard vowed that day to destroy all heroes that he came across, because he knew that one of the dead Grim Reapers must have told a bard about him, and because the taste of blood had awoken the hunger for blood.