[Waking up in a body you don't remember is ten degrees is horrifying. How do you stand up when you don't have legs? How do you come to terms with limbs you don't recall ever seeing in your life? With being dyed bright orange and bleeding bright yellow? (He gave himself a nosebleed falling off the morgue shelf to the floor.) He's lucky enough he figured out how to float without being told.]
[He's lucky, too, that the few things he did remember helped to piece together his situation. Norfinbury, Alaska: a town multiple people have been brought to, where the dead sometimes revive in morgues with something missing. He has enough collected things to suggest he's been here a while. He just can't remember anything he's done here, nor a big chunk of what came before.]
[By the time Davesprite starts the video, however, he's regained enough composure to feign calmness. He's cleaned his face, so there's no sign of the bloody nose earlier. His expression is neutral; the backdrop is the outside of a building some may recognize as the funeral home.]
Hey, so, few questions. One, why am I an orange bird dude? Last orange bird thing I saw was my sprite, but that doesn't tell me as much as you'd think it would. Two, how old am I? I sure as shit don't look thirteen anymore. And three, how did I die? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I died—else why would I be at a morgue—but I recall a whole lot of jack shit about anything I've done here.
[He's lucky, too, that the few things he did remember helped to piece together his situation. Norfinbury, Alaska: a town multiple people have been brought to, where the dead sometimes revive in morgues with something missing. He has enough collected things to suggest he's been here a while. He just can't remember anything he's done here, nor a big chunk of what came before.]
[By the time Davesprite starts the video, however, he's regained enough composure to feign calmness. He's cleaned his face, so there's no sign of the bloody nose earlier. His expression is neutral; the backdrop is the outside of a building some may recognize as the funeral home.]
Hey, so, few questions. One, why am I an orange bird dude? Last orange bird thing I saw was my sprite, but that doesn't tell me as much as you'd think it would. Two, how old am I? I sure as shit don't look thirteen anymore. And three, how did I die? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I died—else why would I be at a morgue—but I recall a whole lot of jack shit about anything I've done here.
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