Journal of Gizogin, Rawmancer of the Highest Order (deceased):
I'm not entirely sure how long I've been dead now. It's amazing how differently time passes when you're a being of pure thought and spectral energy, free of all those pesky glands and circadian rhythms. Being liberated from the demands of my mortal shell has also freed my mind to focus on the more academic pursuits. I have come up with many ways to reconcile the disputes between relativistic and quantum theories, and have what I believe to be a serious contender for the title of Grand Unified Theory. I have discovered that the world we take as real is merely a crude simulation of a higher plane. I have deduced from first principles an absolute and inarguable code of ethics, along with a simple step-by-step guide to achieving an absolutely meaningful life. I came up with a recipe for a delicious strawberry tart that would bring even the hardest of men to their knees with its beautiful flavor.
All I need now is a way to spread my ideas to the world of the living*. Alas, the living inhabitants of Hellcannon, though certainly an open-minded and receptive lot, appear unable to detect my presence. I have noticed a few beings in similar states to my own, but they seem distracted by the goals they left behind when they died, and also took no notice of me.
*This brings up yet another point; namely, my current state of being. I cannot be certain, but I believe that my undeath is at least partially related to the events that ocurred within the final days of Failcannon. Being now a being of supernatural origin, I am more attuned to fluctuations on the ethereal planes, and have, as such, noticed an abnormal level of otherworldly energy surrounding Hellcannon and its inhabitants, similar to what I felt on Failday, though on a much smaller scale here.