Yo, is this thing on? AHEM! Hey, Thanaphyr here! Xashowd's busy thwacking dragons with his Chocobo Buddy, so I decided to look around the closet and found a rather dusty card...It said "Public Journal Key". Man it looked neglected, so I decided to dust it off and BAM! Giant Screen floating in mid-air! It looked kinda curvy, and had what looked like some of Xashowd's old Dream Adventures in Elysion. I guess in the context of things you could say they're...what's the word...Retconned? Yeah, let's go with that. I'm gonna try my hand at this journal thing, so I'm sitting in a closet...yes, the Closet has a closet. I keep telling Xashowd to rename the place for less confusion, but he's stubborn. Ah well.
Let's see...oh yeah! Did you guys know it's cold outside? Like, unnaturally cold. So cold that even we Reaplings feel it, and we're normally immune to your air temperatures! I hear it's because something happened to the Jack Frost of this world (there's about 52 of those guys that I know of. I could make a deck with their faces) and now Winter's gone bonkers. Something about a Sandman that looks like a girl too, but uses "they" as a signifier instead of "she". I knew this world had funky characters, but I'm starting to see a bunch more than I thought. It's like a menagerie of forces. Anyway! SNOW! I like Snow, Phantasia likes Snow, Scythifer hates snow (that guy does not like the cold), and everyone else is indifferent. I guess they don't see snow like me and Phanty do. There's so much fun you can do with Snow! I can make my Scythe bigger, I can chuck spheres of them at people, I can make a 20 foot tall snowman...Okay, I'm still working on the last one, but getting 100 giant snowballs ain't easy!
Phanty's having fun because she likes making little marks in the snow. And big ones, with a light show. Something about "Pranking people with Crop Circles", but we're nowhere near a field...I think she's confused, but she's having fun so I help out. Etheria freaks out from time to time, but I'm not sure why. We're not breaking any rules and we can't really die...well, not from physical means. We phase right through trucks and cars. I think she worries too much, but Hallowkin says we should be more considerate. So I've tried to keep Phantasia away from the roads. Even if they're kinda pretty. So many halos...
Well, I think I've chatted enough. I'm hearing a knock on the door. Pumpgeist thinks I should get out of the closet. I've gotta try and keep this a secret, or everyone might want a turn...then I'll never get one again, 'cause Scythifer's greedy. Later everyone!
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Xashowd's text of assorted happenings. May be written by the Reaplings on occasions.
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The Eternal List of Scythes
Please Gaia, Make a Little Reaper Kin! You are my only hope now!
The Eternal List of Scythes