In another part of this bloodied, surreal world, Orko found a huge, beautiful waterfall, with crystal clear water as bright as the sun. Orko wasted no time in showering under it, and in a few moments, water was trickling down his silky robes as he swooned and sighed over the water that fell over his body like a curtain of silky softness.
However, this peace was short lived. The waterfall's temperature changed dramatically from fresh and cooling to hot and fiery, and as a result, it melted Orko's robes off, leaving only his red silk skirt on, but his hat and scarf were impossible to melt. Orko felt a melting sensation on his hand, and slowly looked around. He screamed in shock.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Right before him, his hands were melting to flesh and bone! Quickly, he floated out from underneath the waterfall, just in time to see his smooth blue flesh melt away, replaced by skull and bone. Orko held his arm in pain, as blood dripped down onto the hard, cracked ground below.
It was not unusual for waterfalls to turn hot and boiling, but the water everywhere in this world had its circumstances, specifically with Trollans who try to shower under its beauty. Or at least, what they thought was its beauty. The waterfall was eating away their flesh, and I would've been right if it weren't for Orko seeing what he saw around him.
For there, right in front of him, was a load of other skeletal Trollan corpses, their skin melted off and covered in blood. Orko decided to look on the positive side. "Well, at least I didn't melt away," he said to himself, and floated off humming as if nothing had ever happened in the history of the world ever.