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Glossolalia - in our dreams, we are the eldritch horrors
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or are they all horizontal/vertical/or placed in the corners or what
I can see it in the mirror right now
smack dab in the middle
taunting me
WHY DO YOU EXIST
I probably won't make more than one post
sounds like you're not doing it yourself, your body is splitting the skin due to something
well you already did join, and then made 1 post and then left
Johnny
I know, that's why I don't want to join again. Even though I want to.
I'm watching a television show, sitting so close that the screen consumes the entirety of my vision. The show annoys me. It is a Saturday morning "cartoon" in which Bumblebee is the last surviving cybertronian, and has come into possession of some incredible strength. The show begins with Bumblebee flying over a dark and massive city, with gray buildings under a starless purple sky. He gets some kind of call or alert, turning his course towards some invader of his city.
It's superman.
Bumblebee then begins to beat the ever-living shit out of Superman. He's winning mostly by speed, but he also has this strange power which opens the warp in a beam-like projection. Yeah, the Warhammer 40k type warp, appearing as a chaotic roiling mass of liquid purple lightning mingling with inky shadows.
Suddenly, I am the captain of a ship sailing the warp. The ship is much like if you were to rip an old pirate vessel out of the days of wild exploration, then smashed the back half of it with the haphazard construction of Spelljammer. I stand at the bow wearing a thick coat, a weathered tricorn, gray leather skin of a mottled beast composing my clothing in woven bands, with some manner of hairless flying creature clutching to my shoulder in the absence of a parrot.
I stare into the pin-point of light far off in the distance. It is my destination. A land that lies at the end of the warp, where one's every wish is fulfilled no matter how impossible.
My crew and I had set out on the voyage long ago, and I was the lone survivor of our foolhardy expedition. I stared at that pin-point of light, alone, the ship's course set, grim, with my fragile temper ready to shatter into despair should my treasure elude me again.
The pin-point of light suddenly expanded into an all-consuming flash within the blink of an eye as we dropped out of warp. The ship fell out of the sky, unable to sustain altitude without a crew operating it, and falling down to a violet sea.
I had expected this.
I willed myself, in this land which was supposed to grant my every wish, to float gently down toward an island amidst the odd waves. If I fell to my death, then so be it. I would not go on living with the despair of losing my crew and constant failure.
As luck would have it, I found myself floating gently down towards the island.
It was a sparse speck of land afloat in an endless purple sea, it's one landmark being a single mountain-peak taking most of the space, leaving only the thinnest rim of beach specked with a few palm trees. The sea it rested on had waves which flowed strangely. The waves did not roll, rather, they stood and moved in quiet procession towards the shore where they silently sank into the sands.
As soon as my boots hit land I began to wonder exactly how this strange land worked. At that, a figure erupted from the silt earth before me. It seemed a statue made of dense, deep blue ice. As large as I was even though its body was buried from just below the shoulders. The defining characteristic though, was how the half of its head above the nose was entirely composed of a cone-shaped tiered system of eyes revolving in alternating patterned rings. Crowning these eyes sat a massive sapphire orb.
It spoke in a male monotone voice, slowly explaining to my horror what I had done. This place was not some grand wishing well from which one could drink freely without toll. No. I had paid a price unknowingly, swindled and robbed of my humanity.
It spoke, introducing itself as the combined souls of all I had ever made bonds of friendship or love. When I entered this place the souls of anyone I had ever cared about were ripped from resting places in the beyond or torn from their living shells to serve my every wish unquestionably. Their memories remained, but their emotions and personalities had been seared away.
I asked if there was any way I could leave.
There was not.
I asked if they hated me, regretted ever meeting me. I apologized profusely.
At this, the sculpture began to stutter in speech, trying to pronounce what those souls may have felt but denied by the power of this place to express anything negative to its inhabitant. The eyes and cresting jewel atop its head dissolved into a thick purple slime, condensing into a thin rod, then expanding once more into its original formation.
It spoke in a male monotone voice, slowly explaining to my horror what I had done. This place was not some grand wishing well from which one could drink freely...
I walked over to sit beneath a palm tree as the sculpture droned on, numb with the tragedy of it all, tossing handfuls of sand into the ever marching sea of the deepest purple.
And then I woke up!
E: no problem
Also, Team Fantastic's theme essentially became "Magic Military" due to the group balance. Hence Captain Peter Harris of the SMS.
I play a lot at home but at University there is only one gaming group and they are more into card games than anything which isn't really my thing.
Also I think I have figured out how to make a character sort of.
About every 6 months, I'll wake up after drinking with something that feels like a scratched cornea.
It is literally the worst hangover thing.
Not if he joins Team Mask.
because I had a pretty weird dream last night
one of those dreams that puts you off-balance all day because it was so real, and the timespan felt so real
it was also a deep space nine dream even though I finished watching it like a week ago
see I was a federation officer and was in several battles against the dominion/cardassians
and then I ended up as a spy on the cardassian homeworld
then through some means of which even my dream-self was unaware the war ended and I was back on Earth
but in prison
and the prison was in the middle of a city
and I'd just stand there shaking the fence and screaming about how I was a war hero and didn't deserve this and nobody would listen to me
I had one that I was at a cottage with a bunch of friends, but in every room an image would flash across my mind, depicting a gruesome death played out in some way
and as the dream carried on these precognitive sights would come true, and I soon realized they were indirectly caused by me
as soon as I saw that pattern I tried to escape, and the cottage wasn't having any of it; hallways lengthened, rooms swallowed me, ceilings collapsed, &c.
so i realized in order to 'escape' i had to set up and execute the awful murders i had witnessed at the start of the dream, having to cause the problems in order to solve them
I don't watch many horror movies but this seems like it would be a plot that's been done before
you guys are messed up
It wasn't very good.
Almost makes me wish I dreamed more
the details of the executions completely escape me, I only have a creeping feeling of regret when trying to think of them
I really want to have interesting dreams.
Quorthon leans down, extending his hand to the fish that attacked him. [99/50] the creature sniffs the hand, then with a snarl chomps down on it.
Reeling back from the shock of the bite, Quorthon loses his footing and tumbles back into the gaping hole in the ground, [78/60] landing painfully in a pile of rubble below. [+20% Stress]
Overhead, he sees the glowing red eyes of the four fish looking down at him.
"Oi! What's goin' on over 'ere?" Honnel's voice echoes through the chamber, causing the fish to jump back slightly in surprise.
[Doon]
Galk grins at Garret as he steps out of the lift, pistol at the ready. With a few slow steps, he approaches the a corner, taking cover for a moment behind it before leaping out.
He shouts as he fires his gun, the shot ringing through the halls. After a tense moment of silence, an expression of shock overcomes his face.
"Oh, fuck."
Rounding the corner, Garret recognizes the body of the cabin boy that had been serving the passengers their meals, a nasty hole torn through the side of his face.
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
so it's a critical failure.
whoops gotta edit that.
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
man I have to go find the old thread so I can get my derelict thingy.
edit hahahahaha
Welp, that might change now.
you're just
not having a good day
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
oh yeah, it definitely got lost, I never saw that post. One sec.
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
and did you take the bag with you or what did you do with it
Let me tell you about video games. Let me tell you about Homestuck
You never answered.
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