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Oh man…this kid ain’t gonna last very long (18)
A dark colored bead every 4 places instead of every 5? Interesting.
It’s actually quite the subtle and neat little nod for Death’s abacus, I love it.
I love learning something new, thanks for sharing!
Maybe a Chinese Reaper that likes how 4 sounds?
That kid is way too old to be 4, and the perspective probably hides a couple beads. Bit big for 8, looks right for 12, so somewhere in the 50s? Could do worse.
Jokes on you, the reaper actually counts everyday.
I mean, the reaper probably just counts the same as everyone else right?
It’s not like he’s using some different format of time just because he’s a metaphysical being. Actually now that I think about it, being just bones, maybe that suggests no brain, and no decay, hence no biological clock, and a degree of immortality…
…so would such a being experience time at all, or just show up, like some sort of God that can only see death events, popping between them like we would flick through a record book. The pages and dates coming into vision and disappearing as easy as the flick of a wrist.
Depends. My grandpa used to say he liked to be left alone on the porch because he could either review 60 years in an hour, or blink a few times for the season to pass over.
I ain’t hit 40 yet, but I already understand the power within subjectivity and maintaining an awareness of time.
Given a few eons and a job that is both vitally necessary and endlessly incomplete, and I know exactly how it would go.
Fast flashes of grim (heh) determination towards a task and then back to the blank. But the blank is inconsequential and isn’t counted, awareness jumps from task to task, the seconds or years in-between do not exist.
Unless a reason appears. Maybe Timmy almost wins the game for his soul because I let myself get rusty. Maybe Timmy dies in such a spectacularly fantastical fashion that it shakes me out of the work humdrum long enough to go (that’s rad) and time would count differently again, for a time.
I don’t know, I’m not an immortal servitor of peace and rest.
Ain’t no one that looks yhat grown up that excited for their birthday. That’s pre-teen level stuff.
