What does this mean

what does "they werent allowed to tell us their names" mean,,? i don't quite follow,, sorry

@@ephemeral8967 When a corpse is in a college to be studied the students aren't allowed to know their names

@@TheDoomBlueShell ........ oh

I listen to these at night with the blankets pulled up just over my chin because it makes me feel safe... and that DAMN EPISODE has messed me up.

Honestly its great. Seeing him slowly adjust to the knowledge of his power to extract information from people. Although this man hasn’t had a good nights sleep in ages. Maybe he can befriend someone with a sleep related patron 😂

@@flamingtorrent2109 Sleep is but the younger brother of Death.

😂 do you not know how to communicate? Not a magical power

​@@jennifermoriarty2188ah yes another ignorant individual. Like BRO HES LIKE A TRUTH SERUM ITS NOT THAT BAD ?? also just wait till you see👁

God I love your comments-

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRR

swiftfeathers oooh wah Ah Ah Ah! Oh wrong song oops

@@RoseMultiverse Ha ha. nice one!

I haven't listened to the episode yet and this comment made me scared

*tss tss*

"This is The End!"

-the end........of your sanity.

it also plays chess with you

@@clipso9061 or whatever you want really

She is going to live technically

CallMeNIBS what is this from I’m confused

@@TH-is8cf Legally, if you're a med student working with a cadaver, your superiors can't tell you their names.

@@belindaluna2067 here, though, it's the context of where Alex has seen this person before that makes that line hit so hard. That fact is just normal and mundane...until it's about a person you saw moving about.

@@Vi_Vi_1 This was in reply to someone who didn't understand why "they weren't allowed to tell us their names" was such an effective line. Not everyone knows what that was meant to communicate.

@@belindaluna2067 makes sense! Looking back i see that i missed something haha. Either way, definitely a badass line

now with new and improved existential dread!

Yeah that sounds about right

I’m cackling, because the first thought I had when Dead Lass spoke up was “if she tried that on me she’d be sorely disappointed”. Like, great, I can finally defeat a spooky monster! 😃 With the power of horrible depression. ☹️

@@RainWelsh I second that motion!

@@RainWelsh Dead Lass: *Speaks* Me, with suicidal, clinical, hereditary depression: Okay and?

Amanda C Ikr?

So exciting!!

It's so chilling I LOVE IT

AAAAAAA IKIKIK IT'S SO COOL

I wasn’t the only one who heard it

Exactly what i was thinking

episode 70, near the beginning!

@@defme1 thanks!!!

Yes! In the episode "taken ill" from season 1 >:3!!

Book that was basically the death note but much, much scarier

Yeah with the death book

Well, complete lack of fear or anxiety would lead to a very quick death, actually. But I guess she acts on the understanding of danger that she still has, and that's how she's getting by?

I mean if you see a complete lack of self preservation as a good thing then yeah I guess

*after episode 200* I HAVE HEARD THE VOICE OF DEATH ITSELF AND GEORGIE'S REACTION WAS 100% VALID

@@someoneawesome8717 except she said she recognizes danger. So yeah, decently good aftermath

Considering that she still has the ability to be cautious and mind danger, hell yeah. As soon as I heard that, I was overcome with envy, if I’m honest.

the fourth is fawn, I think it means to flatter(?), but it confuses me

I'm Tired Fornicate

@@riverunderhilll2018 As a response to danger, 'fawn' is meant to placate the person/thing which is presenting the danger. If you can make the dangerous thing happy, it won't be dangerous anymore, basically. :)

@@greywriter mood, also, if you're my previous group therapist there is a sort of subsection of its own in that fear response area which is protect and defend where basically if you percive someone else being scared or in a scary situation, you have the reflex to protect them.

It may have been the first time they've explain it as such but it's been used (as a response to danger) so many times throughout out the show...... Nice✌️

oh shit

That's meta as fuck

I think you are on to something here

If that's actually a thing I will scream

that would be really lame and overdone; I really REALLY hope they won't pull up that shitty old 4th wall break

For some people, its actually a pretty intense psychological trigger. Crippling anxiety and depression even thinking about it.

@@mimkyodar That's very fair, it was simply the contrast to the other content warnings that was amusing

@@mimkyodar I used to be that way, but then at some point I realized there was no point worrying about the inevitable, it takes away from living altogether.

@@Sxcheschka That's nice.

This is going to sound strange, but bear with me for a second: his sleepy sigh-breaths made my ears very happy. It felt nice.

EXACTLY I was like: Well, I guess we found the dead girl walking, but she's grown up since then

Yes

***S AM E***

I saw this comment and was like FINALLY someone sees it too

Yeah she kinda took a turn for the worse

@lila mansilla jesus effin' christ

Normal stuff is ok though.

Take it from me, you want nothing. In a way its special due to how rare it is. Even those of us who chose contact with the separated are usually not ready when they contact back. Or when another faction decides to step in.

When I was younger I went on a hike with my parents and had a little digital camera with me that I was taking pictures of every other tree and interesting rock with. It must have been turned on and I took a few pictures without noticing and when I looked at them in the hotel room I noticed one photo that was very blurry but it looked like there was a masked face staring right back at me. I was convinced I had disturbed something paranormal and that it would come to haunt me at night but it never did. Only years later when I found the photos of this hiking trip and looked at them on a bigger screen I realized that what I thought was a face was really just a part of my shoe. Statement ends There's my not-paranormal encounter

Count yourself lucky.

Well, idk, are you British?

Maybe if you find a magic zombie woman to give you Depression 2 it’ll work out better for you

Very unsexy that I was squeezed into this universe with a sell-by date, and kind of sucks that for us humans, eternity only exists as what we're remembered by, and by whom. In a lot of cultures its seen that even if there is an afterlife, your spot in it is only guaranteed with your remembrance by living people. Can we even picture a non existence outside of being forgotten without removing what makes us human entirely? Is it even real if we can't view it through the lens and tethers and nuances that come with being human?? Anyway back to my silly horror thriller podcast, have a pleasant day

WAIT SHIT YOU WERE QUOTING THE EPISODE MY BAD I THOUGHT YOU WERE MONOLOGUING, CARRY ON LMAO

herbal phlegm HAHA bless you though and you’re absolutely right

I very much wanted to go *are you okay?*

@@lydiac9118 Nonexistence will feel exactly like it did before you were born. Was it so terrible? No. No one has nightmares about the non-existence before. People refuse to acknowledge it. Only the non-existence after existing frightens--because it is loss. I'm agnostic about afterlife. The strangeness of the evolutions of consciousness, from dead matter sparking RNA information constructs to the mysterious group decisions of slime molds, make me wary of current certainties.

hooo boyyyy she's hella relatable

Quite a place to start! How have you liked the podcast since? 🙂

@@TheNitpickChick my only criticism is that john and Martin need to go out already!!

Galactic Phoenix - Don’t know how far you are in the series, but the boys have been a bit busy! But they make time, in their own way. Patience. 😉

What a way to get into a series; I'm actually quite envious.

Oh no

To clarify, "we" is me. We're not like. projecting on everyone here. That would be cringe

@@jellifygirl Why are you referring to yourself as "we" then?

@@L0zza they're royalty

SERIOUSLY, I WONDERED TOO, WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER THAT

It grows over the series

It feels like a second because thats how long it took your brain to dismiss all the details as unimportant. Our brains aren't good with time. If you remembered every detail, you wouldn't be able to process the current moment. The Now is important, not the dreams of yesterday and tomorrow.

@@krishadyn5211 damn that makes me feel better ty

bruh big same

felt that last part 😩😩

Martin be like: J-jon? 😳😏

fun....

Same!

Same!

Mine too

I was looking for a comment about that

Obviously I wanted to know who the woman was, and I demanded Alex tell me, but she just told me to… Well, she said she didn’t want to say, and pushed her now-cold lunch away from her. I wasn’t letting her get away that easily, and I pressed the point. Who was this woman with the shaved head? Where had she seen her before? Finally, Alex admitted she’d seen the woman during classes at the Medical Building. Was she a tutor? What was her name? Alex looked me right in the eyes. “They weren’t allowed to tell us their names.” It took a few moments to work out what she meant, and when I did I felt dizzy. Alex had such absolute certainty in her voice, but she had to be wrong. It was impossible. I had no idea what to say, and all I could manage to do was blurt out, “Tuna?” She stared at me for a few seconds, then shrugged, and looked to the floor. We sat there in silence for a long time, trying to understand what had just been said. I mean, there was no way that there could be something in a university building causing students to collapse, and nobody was taking any steps to deal with it. Especially if it involved one of the cadavers, it just wasn’t possible. But the only other explanation I could come up with was that Alex was lying, and I just needed to look at her to know that was even less likely. So I did what I felt was the only thing I could do in that situation. I told her I’d go with her if she wanted to take a second look. She didn’t, but we went anyway. It was Saturday, and the place was eerily quiet. Even without classes or labs, there were always a few students hovering about, going to and from places, eager to get some work done when everywhere wasn’t so crowded. But all we passed heading into the building was a single police car, sat empty, just slightly mounting the kerb. The door to the Medical Science building stood open; it was a bright day, but the hall stood dark. Alex looked at me, just once, as if asking whether I was sure about doing this. I wasn’t, but… I still nodded. We stepped inside. The building was cool and quiet, with just the faint drone of the air conditioning in the background. I’d never actually been inside before, but Alex’s steps were confident in their direction, even if she wasn’t confident in her purpose. Finally, she pushed open a pair of doors to one of the teaching rooms, and… I saw the scene she had described. There were the students, lying on the floor. But not just students. I saw faculty and even a policeman slumped there like the others. What Alex hadn’t mentioned was how grey they all seemed. Not in the sense they were sickly, but… like they’d had the colour simply drained away from them. And knelt in the middle was the woman. Her skin seemed grey as well, but in her it was clearly the colour of death. It didn’t matter that her ribs rose and fell like she was breathing, even if Alex hadn’t told me before there would have been no doubt in my mind what she was. Her eyes settled on us with that same disinterested stare. No-one moved. Not us, not the corpse, and not the bodies on the floor. There was nothing but the sound of breathing, and maybe the faintest whimpering cry from somewhere among the fallen. Then, very slowly, without any sense of urgency, the dead woman began to stand up. I remember what it was like only vaguely, like trying to describe a dream long after you’ve woken up from it. As the woman got closer, I could see something in Alex tighten, wind so taut that it finally snapped. She lunged forward, grabbed the corpse by its shoulders, and began to scream into its face. What did it want? What had it done? Demanding answers. The dead woman with the shaved head ignored her grip, leaned close to her neck and opened her mouth. For a moment I had visions of teeth sinking into Alex’s flesh, of arterial spray coating the clean, white laminate, but all that passed between them was a whisper. Something soft spoken into Alex’s ear. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she turned to look at me. Her eyes were different. They were still hers, and I could tell they still knew me, but something in them was gone. As my gaze met hers, Alex gave a simple, small shrug, so slowly, it was if every ounce of will she had went into that one small gesture. Her head drooped, staring at the floor, and she gently lowered herself down to lie there. And just like that, I was on my own. It feels strange to think that even then I couldn’t find the strength to run. If I’m feeling generous to myself, I try to believe it’s because I was unwilling to abandon Alex, or maybe the thing had some power to keep me there, but honestly, it was fight, flight or freeze. And I froze. I saw the dead woman approaching me. Smelt the chemicals that kept her from rotting, saw her lean towards me, saw her lips begin to form words. In desperation I slammed my hands over my ears and shut my eyes, willing myself not to hear, not to understand. As far as defences go, it was basically nothing, but I still think it saved me, at least a bit. I still heard the words. “The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one.” And in an instant I understood. There’s no… difference between the present and the future, no other me that will suffer the indignity of death while I live on. It’s all a single moment, and there’s… there’s no difference between that last moment that ushers us out into oblivion and the one we experience now. The promise of a cold and lonely eternity in the grave would have been a mercy; at least it would be eternal. But everything ends, even the universe, even time. And… that means it has always already ended. I felt every feeling within me boil up: anger, despair, joy, hope, fear. Especially fear. They overwhelmed me, and burned up with the monumental realisation of the scale we existed on. Not the meaningless vastness of the universe, but the… the smallness of it. And I realised I was in my bed. According to my phone, I had been for several days. I numbly got myself some water, and ignored my weeping mother. She tried to hug me, but her arms just slid off my limp shoulders. And that was my life for several months. Eventually, the memory began to fade, and I started to feel again. I took the year out of university under the umbrella of ‘medical reasons’, and by the time I met you I was, well, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same person I was before, but I had started being able to actually live again. I never learned for sure what happened to the people in the Medical Science building, or the dead woman. Someone said a police van and ambulance had turned up in the night, and taken them all away, but I couldn’t find anything more on it. None of them came back to the university, and I never saw Alex again. There was one thing that never returned to me afterwards, though. Since that day, I’ve never been able to feel afraid. My fear’s just… gone. I’m not foolhardy. I can still recognise danger, and I understand the likelihood of harm, but actual fear? Simply not something I experience anymore. And I’ve never been able to figure out if it was cauterised, or… if it was stolen. GEORGIE So that’s it. ARCHIVIST I see. That, um… I mean, that - GEORGIE Explains some things? ARCHIVIST A bit. I can’t believe you never told me. GEORGIE Well, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were on the run from the police over two murders, so… ARCHIVIST No, you - You’re right, I… GEORGIE Are you alright? You look like you’re about to keel over. ARCHIVIST Uh, no, I- I just… Ther-There’s been a lot of statements, in not a lot of time. I’m… I’m exhausted. I kind of wish I knew, uh, knew even one person who genuinely wasn’t involved. GEORGIE Maybe that’s why you thought of me? ARCHIVIST Hm? GEORGIE I mean, it’s been years, and there must be other old friends you lost touch with. Maybe you did know? ARCHIVIST Yeah, maybe. I, uh… GEORGIE [Sigh] It’s alright, John, you sleep. I’ll tidy up here. ARCHIVIST Yes, I, uh… Yeah. [CLICK]

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You're welcome :)

Petra Iván thank youuu

You are welcome bro!

I KNEW I GOT DEJA VU FOR A REASON!!!

She says she thinks it was because she covered her ears, maybe that's why? Maybe something about the message being, even if just a bit, muffled?

maybe that's because she knew that she's gonna hear something she definitely wouldn't like and _really wanted_ not to know this information? cause she saw her friend mentally dying and realized it was nothing good? maybe it made it

I think its the shaved head, Mary key had her head shaved too

Instead of making her dead outside, it just made her dead inside

Its...hard to explain. The end is inevitable, there is no point in trying bc all things will end eventually. Its scary bc it robbed people of the will to do anything bc they no longer felt it mattered

Yeah, I reject the statement so thoroughly its laughable to me. Feeling like you're already dead because YOU WILL DIE someday feels as relevant as lying in bed waiting to become rich because you're certain you'll win the lottery some day. It is the opposite of mindfulness. Also in my experience, your death moment will feel different. There will probably be pain, or sick feeling, or tiredness. Its pretty rare that a death moment is "fully aware and bored".

@@tin-_- Is your pfp the aroace flag?

@@tin-_- Nice.

Mary's body would be an evidence and wouldn't end up at a school. Also, she was skinned. Also, I believe Mary mentioned before that she isn't with The End.

@@grinstrashcan I think the dead woman was one of the cadavers from Alex's classes, being used by The End.

j o m e

it means jean home

WAIT THAT'S WHY ALL THESE NAMES SOUNDED FAMILIAR I WAS LIKE "HUH, I'M GETTING BETTER AT GEOGRAPHY" BUT NO I'M JUST BIG DUMB™️

Georgie isn't from Texas??? She mentioned having a Scouse accent she was trying to hide from her posh classmates???? Scouse = Liverpudlian, so she's from Liverpool???? I am confused by these comments.

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i'm not sure - was it in the book, or did the guy with the death book just say it in his statement? Edit: I checked the wiki page, and it says the phrase appeared "in the narrator's musings about mortality near the beginning of the statement", so not in the book.