Deer Country Network

D --> I require immediate e%planations
D --> Justifications
D --> Apologies would be an e%cellent initiation to discourse
D --> If this is a wretched idea of someone's worthless humor I will remove your spinal crevice via your protein chute
D --> I have only just now become aware of the curse plaguing my perfected mortal coil and it is unacceptable
D --> I require the cessation of this e%perience immediately and forthwith
D --> It would beh00ve you to comply

D --> LOKI!

[The fact that he actually used punctuation was probably a good indication he'd lost it.]

D --> Loki of Asgard
D --> If you have snuck into this world somehow
D --> If you are responsible for this
D --> I will rearrange your ugly face
D --> I will find you this time and repay you for every one of your idiotic interventions
D --> My bl00d is not dust you bastard

[Crap. Someone finally saw his blood. And the last time person to ever have the temerity to do something like to this was Loki. No, not that Loki. Not that one either. Look, there are a lot of Lokis in the multiverse. This is a thing.]

Surprise, bitch. I lived.

(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.

Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.

A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.

Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)

Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)

We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.

(Which was going to be such a drag.)

But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.

(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)

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