madpuppeteer | Act 1: And Thus Darkness Descends [ written ]

[ After exploring some of the wonders and splendors of Luceti, the scientist known as the “Puppeteer” decides to write a bit about about them. He's eager to jot down his notes but just as eager to share them with others. Hence his reason for using this enchanted journal for all to behold. ]

My, my...

Have I finally arrived to the paradise were angels sleep? While I doubt there is truly be a “Heaven”, I must confess that this realm comes alarmingly close to one, at least in reference to the natives here. It's quite difficult for one such as I not to notice the “wings” upon the people's backs. Especially since these wings look quite out of place in standard humanoid anatomy. Nevertheless, I see plenty of patrons sporting such appendages despite how useless such tiny wings might be.

I could understand if these wings proved to have some form of practicality, but it seems that they do not. This, however, begs the question regarding if these wings are just for aesthetics. Judging by sheering pain I felt when I plucked out a single feather, I've come to the conclusion that these abnormal appendages are very much so real and vital. Although, as of why that is has yet to reveal itself. I'm certain that in due time that I'll unlock the mysterious revolving this glorious paradise and all it's splendors.

Until then, I shall patiently observe from the sidelines and learn what I can from the actions of others. This is perhaps my best approach to this rather fascinating matter.

[ His pen stops suddenly, but only for a mere moment before he begins writing again. ]

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With this entry concluded, are there anyone willing to volunteer themselves for the sake of science? I'm just asking for one or two volunteers for a hypothesis I desire to test. It won't be painful, not at first.

[ There's something quite ominous about his request... ]

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Peace? Like I could do that. I'm not going to say how I died, but it wasn't suicide. No one in that afterlife gets in through suicide. No one would keep fighting if that was the case. The actual deaths themselves though.. most people were fighting against the lives they lead than the deaths they died.

Yuri Nakamura. I was on my way to finish it but I ended up here. That's why I can't just sit back and relax here, I have to get back even if it means being dead again.

Therefore, your rebellion against the heavens has yet to end, has it? If I do dare confess, it seems we might share a similarity in that regard.

[ He's not going to go into details regarding his own "mission", but let's just say he's trying to achieve something similar to Yuri's goal. ]

Tell me, what is it like for you to be "alive" again?

Pretty much the same, I just have to be more careful. Being dead wasn't much different outside of that I couldn't die again. I could still starve or dehydrate and I've felt the pain of dying in a lot of different ways that no one else has because no one ever survives 'dying' if they're still alive.

Despite all the pain you still have to endure, you are technically..."immortal".

Except for that pesky getting erased from existence thing so that my soul could be reincarnated.