People where getting married. Like everyone. Danella was getting married to a guy named Brent, but no Brent I knew. Though as I sat there I wondered that happened to her current boyfriend, well obviously ex, but I hadn't known they'd broken up. I noticed nothing suspicious between them.
People where complaining about the pigs we were killing and their parts where left in the ground where people where having weddings. Myself and two gentlemen one was supposed to be my father and the other my brother. we were hunting these pigs no one wanted us to kill. They convinced us to stop. I went inside the house and the other two went on farming in the yard. As I looked out at them I noticed Stormtroopers coming to kill them. I locked the door grabbed my cat and hid. The Stormtroopers didn't notice me when they got in. until they were walking back downstairs one heard a noise. He turned around and looked down at me hiding behind the stairs. When he made eye contact with me I jumped, punching him in the noise. He fell. and we struggled. I said something cheesy like "go to Hell."
"I'm not afraid, I'm a Mormon."
I laughed. "that's not true!" I paused. "Quetzalcoatl is the one true god."
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15.10.10
12.7.10
So Is Derek Dead?
I was a leader of a group at war with another. Well, it wasn't so much as a war as a dislike for one another. Also our group would steal supplies from them.
Myself, Derek, a young, pretty girl and possibly another one or two were going to the neighboring land. I, being a poor student, got distracted by change on the ground. Myself and the girl ((my) Jen or Shannon)
began picking up the change. I actually requested the girl to help. She helped, but she wasn't as interested in it as I.
Derek and the others were getting impatient. We needed to move now. This wouldn't take long, I insisted. We moved through limbo traps (picked up some nickels and dimes), crawled by tables in a restaurant with the bright red cushioned seats. (picked up pennies and nickels)
The girl and I found ourselves in a maze of showers. My left arm got dirty and I went to wash it. The disembodiment voice of Derek told me not to. He said that the showers by the exit would work just fine. Outside it was spring, fresh grass and melting snow. Derek, myself and possibly Eric were sitting on a rock. Food and alcohol were found in the nearby woods. It was being catapulted from the enemy's land. We had friends there, we'd have to assume.
Something had gotten stuck in a tree– it seemed important at the time. Some kids would throw things at it to get it down. Seeing the kids were handling it I turned my attention to meeting our friends from the other land. I lead my party down the path, covertly. Coming toward us was a group of the enemy– just on their side of the border. There were more of them then us. Someone must have been spotted or I was worried about what the enemy group would do. I got on the path and slowly walked toward them, my hands raised.
"I'm in charge here. I just want to talk."
I turned to Eric while we were walking down the street our school was on. "Derek's dead, right?" I said quietly. "I had a dream about him." I wondered if I should say more. In the dream he'd died worse then he had in reality. I was walking slightly behind Eric. He didn't seem to be bothered by the death of his roommate. That couldn't be the case, they were friends. Derek wasn't the only one that had died recently.
~~*End dream*~~
The first thing I asked of Eric when I woke was "Derek's not dead, right?"
Myself, Derek, a young, pretty girl and possibly another one or two were going to the neighboring land. I, being a poor student, got distracted by change on the ground. Myself and the girl ((my) Jen or Shannon)
began picking up the change. I actually requested the girl to help. She helped, but she wasn't as interested in it as I.
Derek and the others were getting impatient. We needed to move now. This wouldn't take long, I insisted. We moved through limbo traps (picked up some nickels and dimes), crawled by tables in a restaurant with the bright red cushioned seats. (picked up pennies and nickels)
The girl and I found ourselves in a maze of showers. My left arm got dirty and I went to wash it. The disembodiment voice of Derek told me not to. He said that the showers by the exit would work just fine. Outside it was spring, fresh grass and melting snow. Derek, myself and possibly Eric were sitting on a rock. Food and alcohol were found in the nearby woods. It was being catapulted from the enemy's land. We had friends there, we'd have to assume.
Something had gotten stuck in a tree– it seemed important at the time. Some kids would throw things at it to get it down. Seeing the kids were handling it I turned my attention to meeting our friends from the other land. I lead my party down the path, covertly. Coming toward us was a group of the enemy– just on their side of the border. There were more of them then us. Someone must have been spotted or I was worried about what the enemy group would do. I got on the path and slowly walked toward them, my hands raised.
"I'm in charge here. I just want to talk."
I turned to Eric while we were walking down the street our school was on. "Derek's dead, right?" I said quietly. "I had a dream about him." I wondered if I should say more. In the dream he'd died worse then he had in reality. I was walking slightly behind Eric. He didn't seem to be bothered by the death of his roommate. That couldn't be the case, they were friends. Derek wasn't the only one that had died recently.
~~*End dream*~~
The first thing I asked of Eric when I woke was "Derek's not dead, right?"
6:03 and The Kitten Thing
Someone was going to die. I knew where and when. They'd be killed, shot in Wegman's room at the high school. The time he would be shot was 6:03 and I couldn't get there in time. I was at a meeting of some sort. It seemed like a protest. It was in a field, partly cloudy and there where five other people at this meeting. I couldn't leave and I kept arriving a few minutes late to Wegman's the man was already dead.
I would reset the game. At one point I was in Wegman's room and they noticed some inconsistence in my outfit and where I should be. I realized that I wasn't restarting a game, I was going back in time. I needed to get help or shrugging off questions would start getting hard. I went to the main stairwell- a beautify piece of architecture. I found Alison and told her we needed to talk. Unfortunately the very small, but nice looking library already had two people in it, so we ended up in a bathroom. I also sought out Alex and told him to get there a little before six.
"that's his form now." Alex said, shooting the bad guy as I walked in from the basement. On second thought- I really hoped that was Alex.
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The Kitten Thing
Alan, Austin and myself were walking from between dorms at night. Alan started to make ghost sounds. A bit creepy, but Austin said that it was fine as long as the kitten thing doesn't happen again. I'm walking along worried I'm going to step on a cat, but that wasn't it. The Kitten thing happened again. About half way there we see a pair of green cat eyes. Alan runs up to it to pet, but it ran away. There is another and a third. This time the cat doesn't run away and I pet it as I walk by and the next. After that the next 5 are running counterclockwise around me. At the door of the dorm of our destination Mike is freaking out and running in circles– he doesn't have a key.
I would reset the game. At one point I was in Wegman's room and they noticed some inconsistence in my outfit and where I should be. I realized that I wasn't restarting a game, I was going back in time. I needed to get help or shrugging off questions would start getting hard. I went to the main stairwell- a beautify piece of architecture. I found Alison and told her we needed to talk. Unfortunately the very small, but nice looking library already had two people in it, so we ended up in a bathroom. I also sought out Alex and told him to get there a little before six.
"that's his form now." Alex said, shooting the bad guy as I walked in from the basement. On second thought- I really hoped that was Alex.
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The Kitten Thing
Alan, Austin and myself were walking from between dorms at night. Alan started to make ghost sounds. A bit creepy, but Austin said that it was fine as long as the kitten thing doesn't happen again. I'm walking along worried I'm going to step on a cat, but that wasn't it. The Kitten thing happened again. About half way there we see a pair of green cat eyes. Alan runs up to it to pet, but it ran away. There is another and a third. This time the cat doesn't run away and I pet it as I walk by and the next. After that the next 5 are running counterclockwise around me. At the door of the dorm of our destination Mike is freaking out and running in circles– he doesn't have a key.
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