A Camping Trip With Isak

[colonelcannibal]

 *Ives is enjoying himself tremendously. It's been too long since he went camping, doing so again is a lot of fun--especially with a friend. (The fact that he has a friend is pretty amazing all by itself.) He enjoys pointing things out, and enjoys even more when Isak notices things for himself.*

We can go fishing tomorrow, if you would like? Or just swim, one way or the other.

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[colonelcannibal]

Not any one favorite. Cheek and tongue are quite good, ribs are good, hearts are good. Lungs rather depend on how much a person smoked, of course, and liver on how much they drank. Guts are mostly there for sausage casings.

You probably don't want to know the details, really. It would be a shame for you to have nightmares about being in a meat grinder or some such thing, hmm?

[isak_cederstrom]

"I -- do not think I would have those sorts of nightmares. I am afraid my curiosity gets the better of me sometimes, so I cannot help but wonder."

[colonelcannibal]

Curiosity gets the better of us all, and has done so since Adam and Eve ate the apple. A bit unfair of God to make us curious and then punish us for it, don't you think? But I digress.

[isak_cederstrom]

"We know my thoughts on religion and the concept of God," Isak replied with a laugh. "It did always seem very unfair for him to do something like that, though. 'I'll give you the thirst for knowledge, but then punish you if you ever try to attain it.' Seems like an asshole of a god if you ask me."

[colonelcannibal]

Precisely. God must be quite insane, to have done such a thing as that.

Of course he's only gotten worse from there--just look at me, I'm all the proof you need.

[isak_cederstrom]

"There are far worse people than you, Ives," Isak retorted. "Far worse."

[colonelcannibal]

Perhaps, but I've rarely met any. Not that they tend to last long when I do meet them . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"I try to refrain from dealing life and death judgment, but I cannot say the world is necessarily worse off with them being -- disposed of."

[colonelcannibal]

Disposed of very nicely, too, if I do say so myself. Not that I haven't banqueted on more than a few 'innocents' in my time--I don't care so much for good and evil as all that.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I imagine it would make things very messy for you, if you were constantly struggling with morality and all."

[colonelcannibal]

Not to mention more than a little ridiculous, hmm? Monsters can't afford morals--certainly not my sort of monster.

Morality is something we use to feel good about ourselves, in the end, and I'm fine with myself as I am.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I imagine you would probably starve if you got too entangled in morality," Isak said with a light chuckle. "Though I suppose the same could be said for mortals, if we got into the morality of killing and eating animals as many do."

[colonelcannibal]

Even plants have some kind of low-level sensation, I believe . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"... Really? I was unaware of that .."

[colonelcannibal]

I don't know if you'd call them aware, but they respond to things at least.

[isak_cederstrom]

"I suppose, then, the argument becomes, what is considered sentience? Is a reaction to something enough to say it has a consciousness?"

[colonelcannibal]

When you think about it, there's really no way to prove that anyone but oneself is sentient. Best not think about it, hmm?

[isak_cederstrom]

"Probably the way to go," Isak said with a laugh. "I can feel my brain melting."

[colonelcannibal]

Well we can't be having that, now can we?

[isak_cederstrom]

"Not particularly!" Isak stretched his arms above his head and yawned. "I think I am about ready to tuck in."

[colonelcannibal]

Well then, sleep tight--and lock your door, although it probably won't help.

*With that helpfully unnerving comment, he opens up a book and starts to read.*

[isak_cederstrom]

OOC: Next day?

[colonelcannibal]

(OOC: Sure)

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak woke the next morning as the sunlight trickled into his room. He let out a loud yawn and swung himself out of bed, dragging his feet groggily towards the kitchen. He yawned again as he rummaged in his bag full of food for one of the massive bags of trail mix and began eating greedily. He grabbed one of the beef jerky bags and started eating out of that one, too. He sat, happily chewing with his eyes closed, exhaling a content sigh.

[colonelcannibal]

*Ives is already awake, and has collected supplies for going fishing with.* Ah, you're up. Good morning.