Pixel Isaac has a new job as the keeper of an old royal mint, and the counting room is a mess: towers of copper coin rolls, silver bars, gold ingots and ledgers sealed in red wax are piled into a wall that blocks every window. It all needs sorting before the morning count. Working by candlelight, pixel Isaac rides a polished scale pan and lobs a heavy brass weight at the pile.
The weight never flies straight. Gravity pulls it down the whole way, so every shot rises in a curve and drops back towards the pan, just as an apple would. Freshly struck medals sometimes slip out of the stacks, worth catching. The clerks call the night shift Mint Arcs, and each cleared wall is followed by a bigger delivery. Let the weight fall past the pan three times and the count is over. How much can pixel Isaac sort before sunrise?
