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[theyregooddogs]

Who: Everyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 62

[Another day in paradise, huh? If you happen to be outside (or actually have windows in your dorms), you can enjoy the sight of snow gently falling down. It's not sticking, but it does look idyllic.]

[This is a mingle, friends. Notifs are off, go wild.]

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[syncintohell]

If you would not object, I am willing to be the subject of your experiment. I have nothing to lose, at this point.

[stakesthesame]

[ I DIDN'T THINK I WOULD HAVE TO FACE THIS POSSIBILITY SO SOON IN MY EXISTENTIAL FREAKOUT PERIOD ]

I-- Uh--

Listen, I don't really think you. Get it. You can't ever go in the sun again, you can't eat normal food, there might be more stuff wrong with it that I super don't remember yet.

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[syncintohell]

That is really of little concern. [shakes his head ]

I already detest eating, keep late hours, and find this preferable to. . .

2/2

[syncintohell]

[ more gravely, a little tremulous ]

. . . an eternity of putrefying down to my bones. At the very least, this way I will be remembered intact and not ravaged by rot. My other options are grim, you understand?

[stakesthesame]

...

Dude you don't look like you're rotting at all.

[syncintohell]

I died hardly yesterday. I am not going to wait until it is evident and then continue to shamelessly and brazenly display the results of it where all can see!

[stakesthesame]

Isn't there like, wacky hell nonsense when people die or something? Why don't we just shove you at the Peps instead--

[syncintohell]

How on earth would that help!? They do not heal! Furthermore, I am already animate!

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[stakesthesame]

I dunno how their weird necromancy works, dag!!

[stakesthesame]

Just, I dunno. Lemme think about it.

I ain't gonna do something like that out here, anyway.

[syncintohell]

Fair enough.

[ Then, turning away and sighing ]

I do not mean to press you. If you need time, take it. I simply do not know how much longer I have before my condition takes hold fully.

[stakesthesame]

[ this is a lot of pressure dude, ]

... fine. I'll text you later tonight or something after I get some sleep.

[syncintohell]

[ pressure pressure pressure ]

At any time before the funeral will do.