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Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

470 I shall never back down

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

470

Godspeed!

Sebna, the Ender of Knowledge

Sebna

Ender of Knowledge, the Formless God, Clock of Doom

GENDER
It with no expression of male and female. The closest human-like Sebna had ever got was a chimpanzee. But apart from that, it had taken many various forms, from talking pebbles to a floating whale.

Dᴏᴍᴀɪɴ & Pᴏʀᴛꜰᴏʟɪᴏ

End (Forgotten)

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As common sense, all things existed and inhabited in a world of which they considered as “reality.” And in fear of all things penetrating the fabric of reality, limits on beings were crafted. For example, they could only grow to a certain height; do a certain amount of work before getting tired; sleep a certain amount of time before waking for the next day. All have its birth at a given time, calculated to the smallest unit of time, and died when they had completed their trips. And Sebna is the one that is going to greet them at the end of the journey. It is the reminder of which the creator had made for this world on the first day of its limited time. Memories fade and words vanished on hard walls are its job. Making sure all things meet its doom is its sole existence. Extinguishing it would not stall their inevitable ends. If anything, another Sebna-like would be created to remind them of their death.

In its presence, things are hard to describe for the least. For the soft cases, a predator would forget it is hunting and ended up revealing himself. Or, a person would cease his work for a few minutes, doing nothing before continuing his work. But in longer cases, where the being is a few meters from Sebna, bizarre things would surely happen. And most changes are not fixable by any conventional means. Trees forgot they needed to plunge their roots deep into the ground to survive will begin to dance; fish forgot that they needed breathing in water will walk on land; and knowledge (words, tome, glass, or anything that has the mark of civilization ) will begin deteriorating to its very fundamental forms at an alarming rate. Gods in this close proximity would feel a strange unhappiness when staying this close to Sebna, just as all things do when Death is next to them.

Aʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

Possibly Chaotic Neutral although there are still some rules that it abides by.
+ It shall not kill or join in any plans of which ending another god's life
+ It shall never abandon its duty
+ It is allowed to protect its life in life and death situation

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

It forgot its personality. But it is quite childish, sometimes naive and playful. But there are also times when it is logical and filled with strange radicals moments. Maybe the best word to describe is something similar to multiple personalities within one. But don't worry, the being couldn't even talk in its basic form. After all, have you ever heard a talking mist? As such, Sebna would never use complicated and old words like "Thee" or something alike. Most of its commandments are basically just what it is said. A naive and playful god

Gᴏᴀʟs

Unclear. It itself is seeking its purposeful goal. But for some reason, Sebna thinks its only goal is to watch this world dies away and then nothing else.

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

A mist and anything that Sebna wanted or it likes. But the clear indication of its existence is the appearance would always compose from a mist.

Mᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ Tʜᴇᴍᴇ

I don't know

Godspeed!

It is too late. This Ooc is already clothed with dumb stuffs

Men vs. Women Race to 1000: Version 2.0

455. Me think you should not

Kōkyo High

Yuuki Kenji

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7:20
Yuuki Residence

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Should we cut down the size of the festival this year? Or reducing the fund of the baseball team? The track team needs some gears badly. But it does not seem like they really need it do they? How about the asking for more fund? Nah, it would probably get shot down immediately. Cutting the unnecessary tea and snacks seems like a good idea. And for Christ sake, how much paper do the literature club need? Are they planning to chop down all the trees? And the Cult club, what are they The boy sighed, looking at the opened window before looking back at his note. Most of the fund had been distributed reasonably, with some problems like the Cooking club with their stupid thousand layers cake or the literature unreasonable rate of using paper. All is needed to put to check and balance, and Kenji needed to submit this plan by the end of this week.

“Just today, another woman was assaulted by a strange man. Luckily, she was rescued and transferred to the local hospital. Based on her description, the man was in his feral state…”

Focusing on his natto, Kanji glanced over the news with a flashy red title on its first page. “The End of the World?” or so to speak, providing some brief summaries of what others news had provided before. There was nothing new besides from the nearby stores are having a promotion on seaweed. But Kanji just laughed off before putting the paper on one side, unaffected by the shocking “revelation” of some tabloid newspapers. Truly, the thing can only be used by his mother for some gossips and debatably juicy materials.

“Thank you for the food,” Kanji said, loud enough for his mother to overhear but small enough to keep the motherhood’s conversation between his mother and the beloved sister to flow. And then the usual things, cleaning his own dishes, taking the pills for his mother, reminding he will come home late,... Another year is coming. Another year will soon go by. Kenji thinks before he said goodbye to his mother, who is growing older by the years. She used to be able to accompany him to his first-day school , Kanji thinks before giving his mother a final wave. That humble soul, withering away as time passed on, is still observing him and her from afar, fulfilling her long-promised oath.

And out of his hearing range, Kenji's mother whispered before slowly closing the door, "Have a nice day."

The Dream

“Mother, would you ever leave us?” A soft voice broke out in the night, following the sound of something sobbing at the night. The woman darted to the lamp and turn on the light, fear of what happened to her son. Kenji, rubbing his eyes, remained to ask her the same question as she begins to check if he got hurt.
“Why did you ask?” The mother asked him back, before rubbing his back and getting him another cup of warm water.

“I'm scared.”

“Oh come on, baby. Don't be. Did you have a nightmare?” The woman said to him before wiping another tear from his faces. Her expensive nightdress, now soaked with the little infant's sweat and tears, continued to be used as a napkin to take away her son's fears.

The little boy didn't say much, but his soft nod was enough to inform her. And his sister, after hearing from their mother, felt comfort in such loving had fallen back to her sleep of Doraemon and Shin-chan. But the boy, still painted with fears from his dreams, hugged her tight and refused to set her free from him.

“I will always be with you.” She said, before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Now, would you like another bedtime story? I'll make this a secret if you promised.” The woman pulled out a collectible of Grimm stories, gleefully watching her son’s streams of tears began to dry.

“Once upon the time..."