[ OT ] I 'd like to take a moment to appreciate Sir Terry Pratchett .

I as many of us, I will miss Terry Pratchett as a person, but my heart is grieving for the world he left behind. 
 
 
 The last sausage in a bun has been sold, the cart has been picked up as a lone man heads off into the distance a grey cloud shrouds the city in darkness. 
 
 Small threads of light unfurl and unpick in the grey mist. A robed figure turns into the fog. 
'it is done, chaos is over and this world is unmade' 
'that was easier than i thought' a voice returned through the fog. 
'yes the work is now complete... hey, did you just use a personal pronoun?' 
'no' 
'I am sure you did... Oh bugger' 
 The two robes disappeared and 2 identical robes replaced them. 
'It is done, chaos is over, the world...' 
 A third robe choughs 
'we said that already' 
'did we? we are not feeling ourselves, something is not right' 
'we feel wrong' 
 Threads of light start to surround the robes tugging and pulling away parts of the fabric of reality the robes were attached to. 
'this can not happen, we audit, we are not a part of this chaos, we remain' 
 The light gains pace, streams pull each robe from unsubstantial forms into moving worms of light. 
 In the darkness a hooded figure grins. 
 3 robes appear in the growing light show. 
'It is done, chaos is over....erm' 
'YES?' 
'i cant, we cant remember' 
'I KNOW' 
'help' 
'I CAN NOT, IT IS NOT MY PLACE.' 
'we can not die', we are eternal, what are these threads of light?' 
 another robe is slowly consumed by the light. 
 As the lights continue to rip the universe away blackness appeared in the growing gaps. 
 Death turned around and reached into his pockets for a sugar cube. 
'SQUEAK?' 
'YES THAT TOO' 
'SQUEAK? SQUEAK!' 
'I CAN NOT CHANGE THIS, IT HAS BEEN DONE.' 
 
 Binky looked up and into deaths blue eyes, for a moment they flickered and binky pushed his head into the folds of deaths robe. 
 The light tugged at Binkys white main and slowly he is unstitched from reality and streamed into light as everything else. 
 Before the last of Binky had gone death ran a bony arm through his mane one last time. 
'SQUEAK?' 
'NO, I DO N'T THINK IT HURTS' 
'SQUEAK?' 
'I HOPE NOT' 
'SQU...' 
 Death looked down as the light pulled the death of rats away. Streams of light fired off into the blackness now all around masses of light streamed towards a ball of blue and green in the darkness. 
 
 Death grinned. 
 The light now pulled at his robe as he looked around., blackness surrounded him on all sides and encroached on him. The last of everything contained in one small space that exists only because on a curve containing the infinite there has to be something infinitely implausible at one end. 
 I AM READY. 
 Death streamed away in the light of inspiration* 
 
 
 *Energy can not be destroyed, only transformed, and when a huge amount of energy leaves this world it has to go somewhere. Inspiration is an energy in another form and the loss of a person with so much of it can not be really lost, some of that inspiration may just go to others who want to carry on the adventures in this world of his. I hope anyone who wishes to continue shaping and creating in this world is allowed, and treats it with the love it deserves. 
 I for one am not ready to see death die in our world. 
 
 
 I hope this has not sucked as much as I think it does, 
 **EDIT** Formating ffs.
