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It was so terribly [i]annoying[/i] how clingy souls tended to be to their lives. He had always wondered if it was some result of years of trauma, certainly, the older souls were less than great about it. In truth, though he knew he had to work with it, one of the main reasons for creating the undead that now roamed Galbar, it gave an outlet for the worst offenders that might bring some good. A kind of therapy he hoped at least that might give them the chance to let go.

Of course, that couldn’t go for everyone really, only so many had a bad enough case of attachment that they might even get anything real out of going back. It was dangerous enough anyway to send such souls back in any regard. Thaa had always hoped for some assistance but in truth most seemed utterly unwilling or unsuited to even be asked for aid. The life protective gods were out as they were more likely to do more harm than good. He couldn’t yet ascertain the loyalties and motivations of so many others, and a number were themselves clearly in need of their own assistance.

So he had to do it alone, which as things seemed to go most of the time, the tragedy of being more moral and competent than your peers. In truth, though his recent meetings had given him a bit more insight into the issue as it were, rather than approaching the issue of trying to ‘fix’ them, perhaps he should instead be focusing on accommodation. The tragedy of life had happened to these souls, they’d been tortured through Life- damned with living. Perhaps the best he could do would be to give them what they want without the torture. Turn the Oraelian trap back around as it were.

It was clear that Life so enamored so many with its fragile and few in-between spots of good between the endless torment. It was how so many were kept going, for those little spots of good. He had those, these souls beyond all the minutia, they remembered their little spots of good.

He had been spending so much time focusing on overcoming the memory of life, putting them into a blissful rest, no doubt superior objectively by his sight, but these souls were limited. They had been through much and perhaps subjectivity would work better. He could run a test at least. A small number of souls, only a few hundred thousand, to give a good amount to figure it out among all branches and kinds of life.

Generate their paradises, a blissful moment here and there, but remove all the evils, the hunger, the pain, the suffering, leave the calm, the joy, and the happiness. Let them explore it, let them exploit it, let them interact and be with one another as they wished in these moments beyond just rest. Let them fluctuate and experience the different joys that they know, perhaps that would be better for them then a constant high-level bliss and rest. They had been molded into these habits, into acting through life, perhaps for their death, they would need something familiar to go well into.

It would certainly be easier to explain to those living at the very least, he always had trouble with that. Yes, a test would be good, truly it would be better to find out and explore the possibilities for the future.

Aquibeophates shifted, the towers shifting and the mists roiling as it changed according to his wishes to set up his ‘test’ as it happened. His thoughts drifted to other concerns…

[hider=Summary]Thaa is thinking along in Aquibeophates and decided to test run an alternative way of running an afterlife for a small number of souls, only a few hundred thousand, starts it up and turns to other thoughts.[/hider]

[hider=MP Summary]None spent[/hider]