Okay, I think it's time I assigned a colour to my friend I've been talking about recently. The only reason I haven't yet is because I couldn't think of anything appropriate. Now I have. He gets to be the colour of a gravestone in bright, full sunlight. Why? Because it, like he, tries to be all somber, morbid, dark and creepy, but in the right light you see it for what it really is: just another slab of dull grey concrete. But we'll shorten it to Stone.
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