"Size is everything," he rattled, his bony fingers flying across a mechanical keyboard. "Why take the whole soul in 40 gigabytes when I can encode the essence into a crisp, efficient 1.8GB?"
The Reaper leaned back, satisfied. On the dark web of the afterlife, his "releases" were legendary. They were small, easy to download into the Great Beyond, and featured perfect subtitles for every language ever spoken. The Grim Reaper YIFY
The Reaper sighed, a hollow sound like wind through a ribcage. "Everyone’s a critic," he muttered, reaching for his scythe to go fetch more source material. He had a world to encode, one tiny, perfect file at a time. "Size is everything," he rattled, his bony fingers