Now, we all know the Grim Squeaker (aka The Death of Rats) doesn't just deal with the souls of rats, but other rodents too (IIRC in Hogfather mice and hamsters are both mentioned as being part of his remit) but where does the line get drawn?
Does he deal with all rodents, or just those biologically close to rats? What about chinchillas, mink and capybaras (or the Discworld equivalent)? They're technically rodents too. Do they get met by the Death of Rats? Or just on the odd occasion? Say when Death takes a holiday.
Hear me out: Untitled Goose Game in Ankh-Morpork...
Think of all the mayhem you could create.
(I really really want so bad this game/DLC to exist. So much potential. @house_house_ call me (or, better, call the Pratchetts))
Next drawing: the Post!
What does "gnu Terry Pratchett" means? I googled it, and found out that it is a reference to the message used in one of his Discworld novels "Going postal". My question is, to be precise, why is this phrase is often used on Tumblr as a tag, and what exactly does it express? I'm asking so I won't use this phrase in the wrong context.
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Hiya! :) This is a nice explanaton :) (i would link it but the account is deleted)
Cool Facts- Unlike the better known blue wildebeest, the black wildebeest have frontward facing horns. These wildebeest live in small all female or all male groups, only joining during the mating season. Female wildebeest have extremely strong bonds where female calves often stay in their mother’s herd her entire life. Mature bulls set up territories and allow females to come to them. When males fight for the right to mate, black wildebeest drop to their knees and attempt to move their opponent into a standing position with their horns and neck muscles alone. When faced by a predator, black wildebeest can gallop at 80 kilometers per hour.
Rating- 12/10 (Almost hunted to extinction and made a comeback in the thousands.)
Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot one, and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland? In fifty years’, thirty years’, ten years’ time the world will be very nearly back on its old course. History always has a great weight of inertia.
You ever stop to think about how Terry Pratchett wrote this world into being where no character is more defined by compassion than Death himself? How the most consistent feature of magic practitioners regardless of style is that they can see Death, and know the time of their own demise in advance? And then how he saw his own death coming far enough in advance to work through it in his writing? As if to say “I’ve cleaned my house, I’ve put the kettle on (not for me, but for a guest), I’ve had a nice comfortable lie-down,”
Terry Pratchett was a magician. And he conjured a just world, and aspirational one. I hope he got the comfort from Death that he wrote about.