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My children gave me a plague this week. The Glimpses will be skipped this time. Here is an old Flash I did some time ago.

Subtle Philosophy 

"To create, we need to destroy." The NPC, simply named The Crafter, started to explain.

The depth of the statement exploded in Guy Brent's wandering mind. How new memories overtake the old. How cells in bodies are constantly replicating to replace the dead ones. How simple materials are destroyed into something new within the fission of stars, creating the light and energy that nurtures all life. Everyone called Killbox a shallow game, but here, it was speaking truth to him. "So, you're saying…"

"I'm saying you need to kill that kitten so you can harvest its tails to craft the first piece of a cat o' nine tails." The Crafter stated flatly.

"Oh,”  Guy responded sadly while looking at the field of freshly spawned kittens. They mewed cheerfully as they chased butterflies.

The Crafter handed Guy an ax. "Destroy."