Victory Road!

[The feed starts with the image of a handsome fellow with an amiable expression and a strange case of red-green heterochromia humming in thought as he picks around the buttons and plays with the options. He's not totally inept with the Gear, but he's obviously still learning. He doesn't seem the tiniest bit upset about it though. After awhile, he begins to talk in an offhanded manner, almost as if he's just making comments to himself.]

I have some experience with magic mirrors, and while the one I have at home is very useful, I have to say, I prefer this model. Being able to contact someone from any distance, and exchange words both ways? Bloody brilliant.

Mortals really have come up with some incredible adaptations to their environment since Prometheus first smuggled fire into their world. And now I understand why they've put in so much effort: What an endless string of inconveniences being mortal is! The constant eating and drinking, wasting so many hours a day sleeping, having to have clothes for so many different occasions and types of weather, how much care you have to take to not get injured or sick, other processes I find completely unspeakable... They really need all of these inventions, or else they'd not have the time to do anything except perpetuate their own existence!

But I'll try not to complain too much. It's still been an adventure. I get to enjoy something new every day, which is far more than I can say for home. And the local fauna is fascinating. Speaking of-- Here, pup!

[A Houndour bulls its way under Zag's arm and into view of the camera, and he gives it an affectionate hug.]

Look at this thing! I love the bone accessories. A creature after my own tastes. A bit small, and only one head, but it would be unfair to ask every dog to live up to Cerberus' standards. We're getting along famously. Still not sure of a name, but we'll get there.

One final note: Aside from the day-to-day struggles of preventing oneself from expiring, what does one do around here? Is there some kind of cultural expectation when it comes to finding a vocation? I do know I need to get some kind of job, but I'm foggy on the particulars. Oh, and my thanks in advance for any advice.