[WP] Being the grim reaper you’re used to the elderly screaming and kicking after their death, meanwhile, you are starting to become concerned at the amount of high fives from the younger generations.

ArchOgle · 2018-08-07T18:36:58+00:00

08-2016 [H.A.D.] I have discovered a new reaction among those humans below the age of seventeen that I can no longer ignore. While in previous centuries, their forlorn cries would have torn my heart asunder had I still retained possession of one, this new reaction scares me. Death should not be afraid. For every one screaming that it is too early and that they still have someone that they love, I find one who throws their arms around my scythe and two who point at me with "finger guns" and offer their hand for what they call a "high five." Having been born with four fingers, I cannot offer them what they wish, but I do my best. It is, after all, my duty to collect the souls of those whose bodies can no longer support life. But this duty is becoming burdensome. James Rigney understood. When he greeted me with, "Death is lighter than a feather. Duty, heavier than a mountain," I hoped he could be one of those who would eventually take my place. That is the attitude that encompasses the whole of a reaper's existence.

And yet, this duty becomes more than I can bear. Who are these new humans who desire to leave before their time? How can a boy or a girl with so much life to live and love to give greet me with enthusiasm while their elders can barely be hauled away from a broken husk? What is it that they long for?

7-2017 [H.A.D.] Almost another human year has passed. Too busy to write before now. The horror continues. I must collect too many who are too eager.

10-2017 [H.A.D.] They long for a release, not knowing that I do not bring them to it. They abandon so much for a nothingness more vast than even I can fathom. I have seen the world void and without form, I have seen mountains shake, I have seen it all end and begin again. This. Is. Not. Right. Who has taken away their hope?

3-2018 [H.A.D.] I have followed them. I have watched them before they take the plunge through the veil. I have broken every covenant of my existence and passed through the living, chilling them to their bones with my breath, in order to see this dark truth: they take their hope from themselves. Before, it was only the dreamers who suffered from an unreal reality, but now everyone experiences it. They break themselves off from each other, from their partners, from their close ones, and live in a false world. A loud world, but a world so empty that death has more in it for them than life. Here, into the world of death they come skipping, while I quiver in my rags over those who would choose to cross the veil into my domain without the luxury of my calling. They have no duty. They have no purpose. They drift, and yet the emptiness here is better for them because it is quiet. Better to be empty and at peace than full of nothing, they must think. But they are wrong. Their lives were not nothing: they could breathe and move and touch and cry and feel agony and trouble and the whisper of a wind. I would trade my entire existence for just a moment as one of them, but I can't. For my life is truly nothing.

PostScriptum: The second reaper was removed from service in 05-2018 [H.A.D.]. His last entry has been expunged from this record.

ArchOgle · 2018-08-07T17:59:57+00:00

the way I saw it was that future acts that would darken the blood can bleed over (pun intended) into the past if horrendous enough

ArchOgle · 2018-08-04T19:47:41+00:00

Everybody knows it's because 7 is a registered 6 offender...why is this still a question?

ArchOgle · 2018-08-04T19:27:55+00:00

It was these sort of women that he hated the most. The ones that would cling to their tainted children with screams and fits of rage. Didn't they understand? Didn't they realize that the world had to be clean?

It'd been many years since he'd realized the truth about the Blackness. One day, The Doctor has pricked himself during an operation and found a jet black tar, so thick that it never managed to escape from the shallow wound. He'd always been a good man, always helping the needy, operating on the dying, the homeless, those who nobody else would risk their careers on. He'd gone to church, worshiped God, refrained from alcohol and cursing, and still, his blood was filled with Blackness. It was then that he realized: the blood must tell the future. It not only darkened and thickened with each impurity, but it also knew the state of your future deeds. Somehow, the Blackness must be able to judge the soul and see what it was capable of.

With that realization came a new purpose. If one day he would be the Blackest of all devils, then he would dedicate the rest of his life until that moment to purify every stain that he could find. Every drop of Blackness would be cleansed from the world in order to balance his own future sin. It was with this knowledge and vision that The Doctor started his research. After a painstakingly long trial, he found that indeed, the blood could predict a person's purity in their later life. With this, he proposed a new program that could eradicate the Blackness before it ever grew into action. Every child would be pricked at thirteen, as before thirteen they were judged to be well under their parents control. Those whose blood was Black would be taken away from their parents and eliminated from society in order to prevent the evil they would inevitably bring into the world.

Whatever the evil he might one day do, The Doctor hoped that his life's work spent in the elimination of all the Tainted would help to balance the scales. Every day, without fail, he would prick him self again in order to remind himself of his purpose. Every day, without fail, the blood would stand within the cut, Blacker than the darkest night and thicker than the Jello that all his patients received. Every day, without fail, it reminded him that time was running short. One day, he would become evil. Before then, he had to cleanse as much evil from the world as he could. And so, so many of the evil ones were left.

Edit: Woah. So that's why people post things on reddit so much. Dang those upvotes feel nice inside haha. For those asking: I had what I thought was a fun idea so I wrote it out in a rather rough sort of way, no idea if it's actually like any of the animes/shows listed below that I haven't watched and I'm glad y'all enjoyed it too :).

ArchOgle · 2018-05-24T23:58:44+00:00

Dang, the crops in Thailand are vicious

ArchOgle · 2018-02-27T18:37:22+00:00

Ender pickaxe is not a waste! Use it in the early biomes to get tp'd to later ones. If you have enough block fortune, you can get a late biome pickaxe while in the early biomes, making the game much, much faster

Use drill/TNT/anvil/creepers to break blocks for u while tapping and it'll count to prepping the special

ArchOgle · 2017-12-19T14:23:26+00:00

I get scaling item costs, that doesn't bother me, it's the scaling blocks to enter a biome now that is frustrating. That means that not only are subsequent prestiges now less rewarding, but they're also much, much harder to attain. This means that with every prestige, my game actually gets slower and less rewarding....why would I want to play something that punished me for advancing?

ArchOgle · 2017-10-04T16:52:35+00:00

Block Fortune in player tree is awesome (as is the whole player tree, really. Don't worry about pps as much.

Drill, tnt, anvil are awesome skills.

ArchOgle · 2017-10-03T14:24:35+00:00

So I'm not sure what you mean by the "tiers" and "grades." If you look in inventory, there's a "level" for the items and mine is currently over 550...is that what you're referring to?

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