un: eudaimonikos; video

[eudaimonikos]

Hello, Trench! Boy, that's a fun name for a city, isn't it? Trrrrrrench. Sounds...about like what it is, I guess.

So! [He claps his hands together.] Who's here from Deerington? Man, it must've been at least a century since I saw you guys! How's it been? Oh - oh, and look! Eleanor made it too!

[He reaches off-screen to fling his arm around the neck of what, when he pulls it over in front of the camera, proves to be an enormous dappled grey Warg. Her teeth are huge. She's still wearing her enchanted leather war-armor, which really just makes the optics here worse.]

This is my dog, Eleanor! Also, I'm Michael, for all the new folks. I was in the nightmare city before this one, and then I went home for a little bit.

So - what's everyone up to? And what's with the new phones? Are we all using weird, smoky first-generation birds as phones now?

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[eudaimonikos]

I'm...from the afterlife. Not a lot of chances to run into live ones.

[Look, he knows that humans find dead kids in particular off-putting, but - for whatever it may say about him - he never has. It's just a fact; there's an awful lot of them. With his new perspective, he does think it's a shame that they got so little time on Earth, but he could say the same of all humans.]

[thenovice]

R-right. Afterlife.

That's — it must be very disorienting, to be in a place where nobody stays dead.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael shrugs.]

Not really. Never had much experience with people dying in the first place. Everyone I knew before humans was just immortal - I never really even knew anyone to get retired.

[thenovice]

Oh, I suppose that must be so.

Then if anything, it is disorienting to be in a place where people are dying around you often.

[eudaimonikos]

...yeah. Yeah, that's weird.

[.....]

But they come back, at least. Here, and in the dream. I'm not sure what I'd have done if they didn't, I don't know how to get to the regular afterlife here.

[thenovice]

Is there a regular afterlife anymore?

Sometimes I wonder how it works... In Deerington, we used to wake from our deaths in that strange field, but...

[eudaimonikos]

Well, I don't know. But something must happen with the locals, right?

[thenovice]

I hadn't thought about it before, really. The locals.

Do the Sleepers still revive the same way? I have my death statue in my cabin still, but I think it is just... a regular statue now.

[eudaimonikos]

I don't know, exactly. Seems like we do revive somehow, though.

[thenovice]

I sure hope that that's the case...

As much as I disliked resurrecting, I did appreciate having another chance at life. Ah, but I hope just as much that it's not like Deerington. The last time I had perished, I came back with no memories of home, or of my friends in Deerington! It was a nightmare to navigate such things.

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael grimaces.]

Ugh, I remember that. That sucked. Never happened to me, but I saw it hit a few other people. Hopefully we don't find that out too soon.

[thenovice]

... Let us hope.

And I also hope you try to avoid such a thing yourself, Michael.

Don't let me hear of you in any fatal peril, or I shall be very cross with you!

[eudaimonikos]

Ha. I'll give it my best shot.

[But let's be real. It's this place.]

You stay safe, too.