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Who: Dirk, Dave, curious individuals and whoever hears Dave's raucous vulgar mumbling
When: Day 89, morning
Where: same place new people always show up of course
What: two for one special

[there are two blond boys who look like they are probably brothers standing in the shrine area. they are both wearing radical shades, and one of them--with the round shades--is holding a broken sword, which seems to change states from being broken, to whole, to old and rusted, without any kind of prompting]

Oh my fucking god.

We are literally going to spend the rest of our afterlives being blown like a wayward tumbleweed between worlds and physical states until we land some place full of ghost centaurs where all the trees grow apples and all the grass is made of hay and they accept us into their tribe or herd or whatever the fuck horses or horsepeople call their gatherings with a welcoming neigh, tell us to lay our newly-acquisition hind quarters down and have an apple, spend the rest of our days frolicking in the clover fields engaging in incestuous horseporn.

And where the fuck did this sword come from.

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Yo. I see this place is god damn multi-cultural. At least we ended up some place classy.

[IF ONLY YOU WERE MORE EQUESTRIAN]

You two are awfully calm...

Not my first rodeo. In fact, due to what I can only assume is a large degree of horseshit, appearing in unfamiliar places surrounded by a group of strangers and with no fucking clue what is going on makes up a significant percentage of my life experience.

What?... you're saying you've done this multiple times? Just how often have you been killed? And how is that possible!

To the best of my admittedly hella limited knowledge, I've only died once. Though twice would make a certain amount of sense too.

My bro and I were in some sort of afterlife before we came here.

Some sort of afterlife? That's what this is...

Yeah, I got that. This one was a more literal interpretation: we were still dead.

. . . Tch'. . .

I never thought dying would involve so much. I thought you'd just disappear.

Now there's more than one afterlife?

I don't remember what I believed about death prior to experiencing it, but I would say that getting revived by unknown gods on an unheard of world suggests at the possibility of there being an infinite potential for repeat scenarios.

[wow he makes the most sour face.]

I already spent one lifetime doing what the Gods wanted...

Mortals being soured by the meddling influences of beings greater than them sounds both legitimate and cliche as hell. From what I've heard the gods here are just asking that we stay put.

Tch'. I'm sure that'll last.

[ssttarts to walk off.]

What's your name?

[pauses...]

It's Darc.

Thanks. I'm guessing you don't care, but it's Dirk anyway.

Dirk...

[looks back at him over his shoulder.]

I don't know half of what you're saying, so I'll save us both the trouble and leave you to your own.

I think if I considered explaining to be troublesome I would be perpetually frustrated with my own existence, which sounds pretty lame. But sure. I got plenty of people explaining shit over here.

One question though.

"My own"?

Humans. I assume they understand the words you and your brother are using without difficulty.

Nah. I'm pretty sure you have to be a Strider to effortlessly traverse these minefields of irony.

Anyway, I've only seen like one human since getting here. And with the number of colorful species already representing I'm going to to qualify that as 'human-appearing' until I have more solid info.

... Hmph... there are much more.

And that's probably smart.

Yeah, it probably is. Abandoning the idea that people here are operating on relationships founded on racial familiarity would also probably be smart.

. . . .

That's easy enough to say.

I am basing this assumption on appearances and stoic mannerisms but you don't seem like a dude who lets a high difficulty rating get in his way.

. . . Hah. . . good eyes.

Still, an early death and an afterlife that has more peace than anything I've experienced is a new one.

Judging by statements like that you should probably buckle in for a slew of 'new ones'.

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