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Heck, it's stupid but what else can I put in this space?
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To understand the realm of Death, you must understand certain things. You must firstly understand that, as white is made up of many colours, so is black. These colours are, however, inperceptible to the normal eye. So, for a casual visiter (now may be a time to reflect on how often than would happen) every thing looks black. The apples. The trees. The bees. And the, um, swing.
The swing, in such a somber world of black and gold* was a testament to Death's personality. Having been able to get to any part of the disc, one of the perks of the job, Death was able to reacreate his 'cottage' to look like it was occupied by a real, normal person. It lacked, however, that feel of reality. The soap** in the bathroom was always perfect, never used, the draws on his desk could not open, and there was of course the swing.
Death made the swing for his grandaugter, Sarah***. He had, however, used perhaps too much logic.
Swings, he reasoned, are usually tied to the strongest branch. So, it would be even better to tie it to the two strongest branches. These were, by on of those little quirks of inconvienience, which spread through life like a virus, on the opposite sides of the tree. An easy problem to solve, however, by cutting away part of the tree.
As afformentioned, the realm of Death does not have many visitors.
YOU STILL DO NOT KNOW WHO HE IS? Said Death, his voice a voice of heavy, lead slabs.
SQUEAK Replied the Death of Rats, putting his small, bony finger right on the idea that had been worrying Death the most.
* Death once decided to add to his realm a field of golden corn to reprisent the metaphor of a reaper and his corn. This was the immortal equivilent of a punne.
**Beside this soap, however, was much more real soap. Much more usued. For death ahd a servant called Albert, who came to Death's Realm to avoid his death, the consiquence of occupying a place of time.
*** Adopted, but she still managed to pick up some traits of Death, such as the voice, the ability to see things others cannot, to make herself unseeable, and of course a rather nifty way of using a sythe.
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chapter.
Heck, it's stupid but what else can I put in this space?
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To understand the realm of Death, you must understand certain things. You must firstly understand that, as white is made up of many colours, so is black. These colours are, however, inperceptible to the normal eye. So, for a casual visiter (now may be a time to reflect on how often than would happen) every thing looks black. The apples. The trees. The bees. And the, um, swing.
The swing, in such a somber world of black and gold* was a testament to Death's personality. Having been able to get to any part of the disc, one of the perks of the job, Death was able to reacreate his 'cottage' to look like it was occupied by a real, normal person. It lacked, however, that feel of reality. The soap** in the bathroom was always perfect, never used, the draws on his desk could not open, and there was of course the swing.
Death made the swing for his grandaugter, Sarah***. He had, however, used perhaps too much logic.
Swings, he reasoned, are usually tied to the strongest branch. So, it would be even better to tie it to the two strongest branches. These were, by on of those little quirks of inconvienience, which spread through life like a virus, on the opposite sides of the tree. An easy problem to solve, however, by cutting away part of the tree.
As afformentioned, the realm of Death does not have many visitors.
YOU STILL DO NOT KNOW WHO HE IS? Said Death, his voice a voice of heavy, lead slabs.
SQUEAK Replied the Death of Rats, putting his small, bony finger right on the idea that had been worrying Death the most.
* Death once decided to add to his realm a field of golden corn to reprisent the metaphor of a reaper and his corn. This was the immortal equivilent of a punne.
**Beside this soap, however, was much more real soap. Much more usued. For death ahd a servant called Albert, who came to Death's Realm to avoid his death, the consiquence of occupying a place of time.
*** Adopted, but she still managed to pick up some traits of Death, such as the voice, the ability to see things others cannot, to make herself unseeable, and of course a rather nifty way of using a sythe.
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