Tim the Gentle Hunchback: Power of the Not-Spirit</h1> <article> <h1>Tim the Gentle Hunchback: Power of the Not-Spirit</h1> <p>Wed, 20 Nov 2024 01:31:37 +0000</p> <p> Tim pulled aside the rock at the entrance to his cave, dragging his reminder staff along with. The hunchback stepped outside of his small cave, and stared up at the sun until his eyes bled. Bled? He frowned, but then giggled. </p> <p> He wasn’t short. At least, not in the same ways. But there was something new. The gentle hunchback had come short when attempting to remind the sun of people’s eyes. </p> <p> Tim gave a small dance, shaking the staff and hollering gibberish. The skulls of the not-so-nice townsfolk rattled together, creating a strange melody pleasing to the hunchback’s ear. </p> <p> He looked up at the pooling clouds around him. Giggling gleefully, he embraced the gathering darkness as the sun was blotted out. </p> <p> He returned to his cave. Two months later, he heard a congregation of people outside his cave, as well as light. A group of angry people gathered, holding aloft torches and pitchforks. He giggled as he realized that their plants couldn’t grow. </p> <p> And then, he kindly reminded them that there are faster ways to die than starvation. </p> </article> <article> <h1>Tim the Gentle Hunchback: Short on Cash</h1> <p>Tue, 19 Nov 2024 20:53:46 +0000</p> <p> Once upon a time, there was a man named Tim. Now, Tim was short in multiple senses. Three, to be exact. His name, Tim, was short for Timoolra; he himself was not exactly very tall; and he was short on change. And so, he exited his home, rolling aside the stone that capped his small cave under the wall and striding into the sun. </p> <p> As he saw it, he flinched, looking up at the sun, one he hadn’t seen before in his life. He stared up at it, giggling. Tim leapt at the sun, attempting to kindly remind it that some people hurt their eyes. </p> <p> Tim fell flat on his twisted back. Giggling, Tim continued on. He was still short in too many senses. He arrived at the town, ignoring various screaming and fleeing townsfolk. When one poked him with a pitchfork, he gently reminded the townsfolk that there are sharper things than a pitchfork. </p> <p> Tim continued on, giggling at no-one in particular. He looked to a nice enough shopkeeper, who seemed to be quivering. Such a strange person. Tim kindly asked the shopkeeper for some money. The shopkeeper refused, so Tim gently reminded the not-so-nice shopkeeper that he needed money, using a knife to illustrate his point. </p> <p> Not too long afterwards, the not/so-nice shopkeeper gave him bags filled with a heavy coin, begging Tim to leave. Tim left, though not before reminding the shopkeeper of the fragile nature of the human body. </p> <p> Gleefully, Tim giggled as he rolled the stone aside from the wall and returned to his little cave. </p> </article> </main></body></html>