literally so obsessed with the in-universe media personalities in the silt verses. sid wright, a human sacrifice to a god of labour and grind culture, who was forced to stay awake and broadcast for weeks on end with practically no breaks until he became the concept of sleepiness. diane stone, sid's replacement, who came into the job fully aware of what would happen to her, like cattle walking into a slaughterhouse, you see the blood of your predecessors, you know what the machines do. sam kincannon, apparently the only interviewer in the entirety of the peninsula who should rightfully have been a video essayist in another life, and who the entire fandom somehow collectively decided has a fuckass bob cut without even consulting each other about it. chuck harm, an on-the-ground news reporter for news from nesh, and the personification of the fawn fear response, keeping up his perpetual newscaster tone while in the midst of a battle, who doesn't hesitate for even a second to become a cameraman for an aspiring god who just killed everyone around him, and can come up with shit like "flesh-eating baby" off the top of his head.
i love them all very dearly and i hope they're all at the club in another life.
