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| CuTE GaRMR | Oct 3 2007, 12:27 PM Post #76 |
Zazie
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Gawd,that's right.But my Disc 3 has broken... |
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| Siarnaq | Oct 3 2007, 12:29 PM Post #77 |
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Smith and Sumire
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Never even heard of the game... |
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| Sabby | Oct 3 2007, 04:06 PM Post #78 |
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*sigh* no dreams again tonight T.T Oh well, at least I can always listen to Mario and Vaku 's |
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| Kajy | Oct 3 2007, 05:50 PM Post #79 |
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Spoons.
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I rarely dream... but when I dream, its always weird stuff... like this 20 second dream I had... I was in my class, having Math Class, some were talking, some were doing the exercises the teacher gave. But suddenly, the principal rushes to the room in big, frilly, pink clothes and yell "SLAVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" So the ceiling and walls disconnect from each other and starts to play some 60's music, and behind the walls and ceiling, there was a psychodelic morphing space... it was bright and awesome :3 |
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| Higgins Von Higgings | Oct 3 2007, 08:51 PM Post #80 |
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Badass Overlord
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Hippy >__________________________________> |
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| Sabby | Oct 3 2007, 09:46 PM Post #81 |
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Your worse then Kinx |
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| Vaku | Oct 3 2007, 10:28 PM Post #82 |
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Sol Django
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So, this is another dream, after this I only have one more to share that I can still remember in detail: It started with me in a bar, it was dark, and many of the patrons were busy drinking and talking amongst themselves. I was sitting on a stool at the counter, drinking to escape, to run away from the memories of everything I left behind. I took another large drink from my mug when I heard two people who had just walked in talking to eachother in english (apparently I was somewhere in Europe). "'Ey, 'oo 'ear wot just 'appen' in 'Merica?" "Yea, poor blokes there way over their 'heads..." "I 'eard it be demons that the be fightin'." "'Ey, guvner...!" One man began to shout to the bartender, I didn't hear the rest; I left money to settle the tab and had already left the bar. I don't remember why I left America anymore, all I know is that it has been five years since I've been there, and now an army is attacking in our homeland, and the force comprises of demons. I want to say the next place I remember being is Coloradoish, but the map claims I was in Tennessee. Anyways, there was a huge military blockade trying to stop civilians from getting too close to the fighting, pointless being as most had already evacuated anyways, and as such the gaurds stationed there had abandoned post to join the fight. Thanks to this I was able to slip in unnoticed and get closer to the source of the battle. Why would I approach this combat? I didn't feel guilty over abandoning my country. I didn't have any special powers or anything that would allow me to kill demons, and I had no reason to fight against either side. So why, why would I risk my life by entering the battlefield? Why? Because I had a hunch, that was all I had to go by. I started running once I got past the barricades, and froze for a moment as I saw hundreds of creatures, skin as black as night attacking soldiers in US uniforms. The bullets weren't inneffective, but they meant little to the demons as they made their advances. For every demon that was downed, twenty-six or so soldiers would get killed. At this pace there wasn't much time before one would spot me. "Sir! There's a hu-A civilian on the battlefield!" shouted a soldier, over all of the gun fire and tank warfare. I ducked and quickly looked around to see who had spotted me. To my surprise, there was no one. A single scout had, instead, spotted a girl in the midst of the demon swarm. I watched as then sent a sniper up to meet with the scout and as the general spoke over his radio about what to do in this situation. I had no time left, I stood and darted towards the center of the fray. As I ran, a group of demons noticed me, and began running to meet me head on. I watched the nearest one with unwavering eyes. I had never been good at football, but dodging people in the halls while running was something I was always good at, I just couldn't afford a mistake. We were a mere fifteen feet apart, I began to dodge to the left, he followed, then I quickly juked to the right and barely missed his claw connecting with my eye, I could feel the sting from his claw, however, as in cut my cheek. I kept running, though I didn't make it very far, I was tackled from behind, by the demon I had dodged, and then greeted by four more, all of whom proceeded to brutally beat me. They then dragged my limp body through the dirt, I was alive but barely. They dragged me to a pair of black feet, where they grabbed my right arm and, together with the left one, lifted me a few feet from the ground, so that I was waste level with what must have been their leader. I saw him nod, then another demon raised his arm and it turned into a blade, which he lowered through the air. "Stop!" A voice rang out. I felt the air of the blade run past my neck, but I never met the blade. "Let me see him." The voice said, it was female, female enough anyways. A sharp pair of claws grabbed my hair and hoisted my face up so that I was eye-level with this woman. Even through my swollen eyes and the march of time, I recognized her. She gasped. "Hey... Carly..." I managed. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?!" She replied, as if she were shocked to find anyone here. "Oh..." I coughed up some blood, "You know... I heard you were in the neighborhood..." I coughed again, "Thought I'd ask you to get some drinks with me for old time's sake." In what was meant to be a chuckle, only came out as more blood. She laughed, or maybe it was a giggle, its hard to tell with her, "Jason, remember all that talk of selling Mephistopholes your soul, in return for immortality, and in return you would kill and all of the souls would go to him?" "Yea... I remember telling you about it... About how to do it... So is all of this...?" "Yup, he gave me a legion of demons to follow my every command. I'm cleansing the world of the vermin that plague it." "Just like your hero..." "Well. Hitler was a bit more small-scale, but essentially." "Need a second in command?" The smile on her face disappeared, "Jason, its not that I dislike you, but understand. I'm immortal, any other humans would just slow me down. Go some where safe, away from all of this and stay there. The next time we meet, I will kill you." Before I could reply, a gunshot rang through the battlefield, louder and more meaningful than any thus far. Before the sound had cleared, a second sound much more high-pitched, that sounded like an object moving too fast past us briefly. Blood splattered across my face, and Carly was standing there with a wound through the center of her neck. She smiled at the look on my face, the look of utter horror, the smile of understanding something that no one else got. Just like that, the hole sealed up. "I'm immortal, Jason, I can't die; so don't worry so much. We're leaving, remember, next time I won't let you live." And just like that all of the demons faded into the dark, leaving me to fall to the ground, still in more pain than I have ever known. Alone in a mostly deserted battlefield, with the distant sounds of cheers greeting me on the wind. And then, I blacked out. And then I woke up. It was 4 AM. I still had time to sleep left. I recounted my dream, made sure that I remembered it all, I didn't move any muscle above my neck, I then closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep. I woke up in a hospital bed. I looked around and slowly sat up. A nurse screamed and ran to get somebody. I stood to my feet, wearing only a green hospital gown. I began to walk towards the door when a man in a military uniform came and greeted me, he had some questions. It had been three weeks since their last run in with the demon army. He wanted to know why I hadn't evacuated; I lost the ring I was going to give to my girlfriend; why they didn't kill me; weren't hungry, I guess; why I was talking to that girl; they dragged me there, I didn't ask; and finally how I got back into the country. Suddenly I remembered everything, being exported for my war mongering against my own country, for criticizing the president for going to war with a friendly nation, and for starting a rebellion army. They couldn't keep me locked away stateside, or in any US prison, as they knew that I had sympathsizers in their ranks, and they couldn't kill me or they would face a civil war. And so they sent me to a foreign nation, and barred my return. With the fight with the demons going on the border security was lax and I made my way in no problem. And now I was facing the same problem again. Now I was waiting in a military convoy to be deported again, this time I would find myself going to a prison situated in India. My face and voice had dropped out of the minds of the people and I would have no supporters any more, but in the off-chance I did gain support, I would be stranded in a prison in the mountains. My transfer from the truck to the cargo plane went smoothly. Now I was on my way to India to spend the remainder of my days. Just then, the plane rocked, we hit some turbulence, and the lights suddenly flickered, as the sound of metal on metal roared through the plane. We began to lose altitude quickly. As the soldiers began to make emergency landing procedures I heard the pilot shout that we were already over the mountains in India, if they could make it another 15000 feet they could land in the base. Seconds later, the plan crashed head on into a mountain. Most of the soldiers died on impact, those who didn't were badly injured. I was mostly ok, my wrists burned, but that was due to the handcuffs snapping on impact. The cockpit had pierced the mountain, and I was faced with a cavern. I walked through the dark depths, illuminated only by the blazing inferno that brought me here. When I got further in I saw a light from one of the tunnels. I ran to it, hoping that I've found freedom. Disappointment, it was only another tunnel, I wasn't alone anymore, however, before me stood a humanoid creature, standing at least 8 or 9 feet in height. I would dub him a demon had I not already done so earlier. He made no motion of moving, but his eyes were fixed on me. He spoke with no words, but his voice was heard clearly, "You, child of man, who has sin weighing down on his heart, are not so weighed down that a fall would kill you. No, it seems you would survive any incident, you have a gaurdian in these dark times. No matter, I will allow you into my master's vault, you may choose one object to leave with, but know this, the object you choose must weigh more than the sins you enter with." I didn't reply, what could I say? I made my way deeper and deeper into the tunnel until I arrived at what must have been his vault. The light was coming from a sword, positioned in a corner of the cave. Whenever I looked at it, it would dim, but to look away would blind me. It was relentlessly calling to me, and so I felt I had no choice but to take it. As I passed by the sentry again he called out to me, "Though that sword, heavy as it may be, weighs a hefty amount, it weighs less than your sins. You must return it to the cave." "I'm sorry, this is the only thing I have to use against her..." I started, I then raised the sword with expert precision and placed the tip against his chest, "I can feel your fear through the sword," I looked to the side slightly with a smirk, "it is the bane of all demons, because it was forged with a human's soul?" I asked, although I already clearly knew. I recounted all of the times I explained to Carly that while immortal her soul would take the form of a weapon, and await for someone to take it and finish her with. When her body and soul were reunited, for however short amount of time, she would be mortal again, and in that time she could be killed. This sword would make her mortal again, and since it was forged with her soul, the most pure of existence, it would deliver any hellspawn back to his master. The sentry stepped back, bowing his head, "Go then, you must be who my master was expecting. Finish the quarrel and allow my master to relish in his new found puppet." I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't ask. I walked to where I came in, I hadn't noticed, but it had caved in on top of the plane, I was trapped. Looking around I felt what I had to do. Words unspoken, knowledge unknown, it passed through my mind, and I closed my eyes, felt for Carly, with the help of soul I found her, and when I opened my eyes, I again found myself in the midst of battle. I felt for her, holding the sword sternly in front of me, when I felt her joy, I felt how happy she was. I started running in that direction. Once again, the demons saw me, this time, they were told to kill on sight. I ran, concentrating only on Carly, when a demon appeared on my left, the sword lifted my arm and cut clean through the demon; as it fell to the ground its body turned into ash. I kept running, cutting through hordes of demons as I ran. The large clouds of ash cought Carly's attention, she focused her demons on me. I jumped, landing one of my feet on a demon's head, and jumping from that to land mere feet infront Carly, and placing my blade to meet her throat. Again, I could feel her fear through the sword, but she was smiling. "I see you don't remember what I told you, Jason, I'm sorry, but I will have to kill you. If you think that toy scares me then-" "I'm right." I finished her sentence, she glared at me. "You don't know why," I started, "but you can't help but feel fear, knowing that you are immortal this blade shouldn't bother you. So why, why are you afraid? This sword isn't ordinary, you know, I took it from a cave, a cave that Mephistopheles owned. This sword contains your soul, and in an instant, I can end your immortality, and your life." "So, thats why you've come, to do the 'paladinly' thing and kill me?" "No, I came to give you a second chance, let me join you. If I have this sword and you have your immortality, you can't be stopped." I lowered my sword, and bowed before her. She ran her eyes from the sword to me, then back to the sword and finally she sighed. "Fine, Jason, I can't stand against you this time. You can join me, just hand over the sword and I'll have my minions bring you to my domain." "'Fraid not, Carly, see, I wan't to trust you, but I just can't. So I'll be holdin' on to this to make sure you don't double-cross me." She grumbled, but agreed, and her demons lead me to her domain. We traveled through some kind of dimensional gap, and arrived back in the ruins of Milwaukee, she made a few asthetic changes to suit her castle, but I could tell I was home again. She spent her time that she wasn't on the battlefield in her castle, it wasn't built of stone, it was alive. I was given a room on the third floor, and given a tour of the castle. A week passed, a week that I never let go of that sword. Then one night, Carly came into my room through the window, floating in like some kind of phantom, she drew a dagger from her cloak, and stabbed it deep into the bed, to her surprise. I placed the tip of the blade against her back. "You didn't trust me enough to sleep?" She asked me. "You didn't trust that I wouldn't kill you, it seems we're both guilty of treason." "Though we weren't wrong." "It seems we weren't." I took a deep breath, "Goodbye Carly." I drove the blade through her body, hearing her scream in pain as her body began to decay, and eventually turn to dust. I stepped back, confused, and on the tip of my blade, sat a pinky finger. A scream coarsed through the room, I could tell it was Carly's, "You actually killed my scout!" she screamed. "To be fair, it was self-defense..." "Why don't you want me to achieve my goals?" "I just don't want to wind up dead." "This castle, the castle itself will no longer tolerate you, theres no way you will get out of here alive." She hissed. I felt bad, not only did I ruin her day, but I'm going to make her look like a hypocrite infront of her minions. I slid the wrinkled black pinky off of the sword and turned; made a dash towards the window and jumped outside. I landed in a lake, and began swimming for shore. I would run, I had to, until I was given a second chance. I couldn't let her ruin everyone's life. Then I woke up again. Carly appears in a lot of my dreams, probably because I have a thing for her. Too bad she shot me down, these dreams all happened before I asked her out. |
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"Take care, he who fights monsters, lest he thereby become a monster. And stare not too deeply into the abyss, lest it begin to stare into you."- Friedrich Nietzsche "I can ride my bike with no handlebars" -The Flobots Xbox Live Gamertag: Vaku Adikaia Which FFXI Class are You? | |
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| Higgins Von Higgings | Oct 3 2007, 11:13 PM Post #83 |
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Weird... Dreams always seem more random for me, yours seem like a story... |
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| Vaku | Oct 3 2007, 11:34 PM Post #84 |
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I have pretty random ones too, its just that usually mine get strung together to make a story. Every now and again I get some that when I look at them I don't understand when its finished, but usually they are pretty coherent. And besides, I don't remember the random ones as well. |
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"Take care, he who fights monsters, lest he thereby become a monster. And stare not too deeply into the abyss, lest it begin to stare into you."- Friedrich Nietzsche "I can ride my bike with no handlebars" -The Flobots Xbox Live Gamertag: Vaku Adikaia Which FFXI Class are You? | |
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| Kajy | Oct 3 2007, 11:37 PM Post #85 |
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GACK!! VAKU!! FAST!! SEND YOUR DREAMS TO HOLYWOOD! Man, they are awesome >_>; Seriously, they are better than many books... if you improve them, they would be the best story ever :3 |
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| Kuroku E" Nero | Oct 3 2007, 11:53 PM Post #86 |
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I had a dream once that Django was a girl and that Sabata was a donkey. >> in that dream, all I actually remember is that Chuck Norris came to kill things... then I took a ride on the magic school bus to the land of the mint. I was crowned king minteh. >< I feel so weird. |
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| Kajy | Oct 4 2007, 12:03 AM Post #87 |
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WHAT THE FU**!? THAT WAS SO WICKED! >_>; Jesus, that was so freaking weird... Sabadonkey >_>; |
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| Kuroku E" Nero | Oct 4 2007, 12:56 AM Post #88 |
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If you think that's insane, you should hear part two. >> |
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| Vaku | Oct 4 2007, 01:22 AM Post #89 |
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That version was exactly how it happened in the dream. From that dream I started writing a cleaned-up version of the story. It even has a sequel after the first one ends. (jumping out of the window is about 1/2 of the way through the extended story.) Right now they're the two stories I'm most interested in writing down. It would be stories 33 and 34 of the 34 I've come up with (if I take credit for the dream). |
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"Take care, he who fights monsters, lest he thereby become a monster. And stare not too deeply into the abyss, lest it begin to stare into you."- Friedrich Nietzsche "I can ride my bike with no handlebars" -The Flobots Xbox Live Gamertag: Vaku Adikaia Which FFXI Class are You? | |
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| Sabby | Oct 4 2007, 03:45 AM Post #90 |
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lol take the credit! |
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