Game 010 [Action] - Idle Hands, Devil's Playthings...

[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua is out and about today. You might catch him headed towards or outside Kat's Kradle, wearing a possibly familiar set of black, fuzzy cat ears.

What's he doing out there? Well, he's covering the side of the building opposite the mural with some of his own artwork. Feel free to question him about the ears. Or why he's tagging Mr. Hanekoma's

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[neverplaysfair]

[ Joshua pauses in his work, but then continues without bothering to look towards whoever's speaking to him. ]

Hmm, I don't think so.

[neverplaysfair]

The Reaper that waits in the darkness of death to snatch the weak and wandering Soul and crush its form to nothing. [ In fact, he's just finished the hood and is going to start shaping the scythe now. ]

[neverplaysfair]

Or maybe that's a bit too morbid. How about "a hooded man carrying a tool for mowing"?

[neverplaysfair]

Ah, but he's not grim. Hee hee.

[neverplaysfair]

I suppose that works. Alright. I'm drawing a Reaper.

[neverplaysfair]

Nostalgia, maybe.

[neverplaysfair]

Nostalgia. The longing for something which has passed, possibly with the wish to return to an earlier time.

[neverplaysfair]

I wonder.