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[clocked_out]

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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[over_clocked]

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

[scaledeep]

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.

[over_clocked]

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"?

[scaledeep]

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

[over_clocked]

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.

[scaledeep]

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

And that's probably smart.

[over_clocked]

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

[scaledeep]

. . . .

That's easy enough to say.

[over_clocked]

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.

[scaledeep]

. . . Hah. . . good eyes.

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

[over_clocked]

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

[scaledeep]

...

What about you? What world do you come from, where this is all just something to talk calmly about?

[over_clocked]

I dunno.

I mean, 'Earth' is the planetary designation supplied by whatever part of my gray matter wasn't wiped clean, but I've got basically two memories of my pre-death life to my name. Of those, I remember exactly one other human and a whole planet full of a presumably alien race.

Anyway, I think it has less to do with the fact that I come from a world where racial differences are universally acknowledged as being meaningless for hate-based discrimination, and more that I'm pretty sure I'm just not the sort of guy who gives a fuck.

[scaledeep]

. . .

[makes a bit of a face like he's hesitant to say something, but...]

What is "discrimination"?

[over_clocked]

A method of determining one thing from another thing. In this context, discriminating based on race. Or species, I guess, depending on what word you want to go with there. I say hate-based because the act of recognizing one thing as different isn't bad on it's own, but using physical attributes as a motive for hate is probably the reason for whatever racial conflict you're familiar with.

[scaledeep]

... Hmph. Well, that's familiar enough. Though there was plenty of other reasons, like actions, not just looks.

Here is different. ...But I've lived my whole life and only one place was as peaceful as this, and it was burned to the ground. So I don't expect this to last.

[over_clocked]

I don't think I have enough memories of infantile civilizations to make a guess. But this place looks to be pretty small. If you decide you're unhappy with the way things are going you can decide to do something about it and have a reasonably high chance of making a significant impact.

[scaledeep]

... An impact...

[...]

Do I really want to carve my will in another world...

[over_clocked]

Sounds like you've got a veritable banquet for thought.

[scaledeep]

"A veritable banquet?"

[over_clocked]

An unruly amount of metaphorical munchies to chew on.

Stuff to think about.

[scaledeep]

... Tch! Then yes, I possess a veritable banquet. So does everyone else.

[over_clocked]

Look at that, more shit you have in common with everyone here.

[scaledeep]

--!

[immediately tenses up]

I'm nothing like anyone here! I can't... calm down like the rest of you!

[over_clocked]

So in the similarities column you've got early and probably violent death, revived on alien planet, peaceful intentions, and lots of shit to worry about. On the differences column you've got 'excitable'.