Thread: Saga of Dreamviews

He'd been dreading the visit for a long time now.

He knew he couldn't face the man – no, the boy the sad thing had become. And he would always be the boy. That sad husk in there had never reached manhood. Not since the Crash.

The old sign of the hospital had been painted over, but it was still clear: Interweb Mental Institution.

It had been painted over with the words: Interweb Institution For the Differently Sane. The political correctness plague had struck the hospital, just as it had everything else.

It was a clean building, though. White marble, white pavement, perfect green shrubbery. It looked like quite a nice place, until you went inside.

The two guards nodded at Howie as he walked through the gates. A nurse, dressed all in white, smiling a fake little smile that wavered at the edges, ushered him in.

The foyer was tidy and clean and sterile. It stunk like disinfectant, and insanity. The secretary smiled at him.

'How may I help you, sir?' she said, typing a meaningless stream of letters onto her keyboard as to look busy and official.

Howie shifted uncomfortably. 'I'm here to meet . . . ClouD,' he said, and added with a wink: 'But not the ones outside.' The secretary did not seem to find it amusing. He winked again, just in case.

He leant forward. 'It was a joke, you see,' he said. 'Referring to the name of the patient in relation to clouds. That is, the phenomena known as precipi-'

The secretary grinned. She was used to working with mad people.

'Nurse Daniel will lead you there,' she said, finishing off her meaningless stream of letters with an emphatic “PENIS”. 'He cares for ClouD personally, the poor thing. I'll just fetch him.'

She pressed the button for the intercom and said into it: 'Nurse Daniel to foyer. We have a visitor for Patient 666.'

Time passed.

'666?' said Howie. 'Isn't that a bit . . . unfair?'

The secretary shrugged. 'It had to go to someone. And we certainly couldn't give it to Mr Natas, that would just be cruel.'

'Why? What's wrong with Mr Natas?'

The secretary grinned, without any mirth. 'You'll see, I suspect.' She looked over his shoulder. Howie followed her gaze.

There was someone very familiar there. He had a wild, crazy beard, which covered his mouth completely, and joined with his hair, leaving only a pair of eyes and a nose visible, which peered at him suspiciously. And he smelled like the love-child of a toilet and a cesspit. He might have been grinning or scowling; you couldn't tell through the beard.

It was Daniel Danciu. It was obvious from the first moment he saw him. Last time he'd seen him, he had a spam-arrow embedded in his head. He didn't now.

Howie decided not to mention it.

He grinned. Daniel simply gestured and said, 'This way, sir.' He walked off into an elevator. The doors of the elevator began to close.

'I believe you are missing the elevator, sir,' called Daniel from inside. Howie hurried after him, and slipped inside just in time.

Daniel was staring resolutely at the bleak metal sides of the elevator. Howie sighed.

'I know it's you, Danciu. You can't hide from me. I know everyone,' said Howie.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' said Daniel. 'My name is Daniel Craig.'

'Daniel Craig?' said Howie. 'Well, you can always dream.'

'I do not dream, sir,' said Daniel. 'With all respect, dreaming is just hoping with it's socks pulled up.'

'You used to dream,' said Howie with a sigh. 'We all used to.'

'I don't know what you're talking about, sir. Now, it seems we're here . . .'

The elevator slid to a halt. The doors opened, with a faint pinging sound.

A tortured scream met his ears immediately, followed by a spurt of manic laughter. Howie drew back in horror.

'Do not worry, sir,' said Daniel, strolling out. 'The screams are normal. I believe they are coming from Mr Herr.'

'Why?' said Howie, cautiously stepping out. 'What are you doing to him?'

'Nothing, sir. I suspect that is the problem.'

'I'm sorry?'

'Mr Herr tends to overreact to things,' said Daniel. 'He may be a trifle bored, or perhaps a bit peckish. I shall just stop along at his door.'

Daniel stopped at a padded door labelled 664. He took out a key-ring, and selected one in record time.

'You may have to stand back, sir,' said Daniel over his shoulder as the door swung open. Howie did so, and a second later a dart flew out and hit the wall, bouncing off.

'I'm playing darts!!' said an excited voice from inside.

'Very good, Mr Herr. What was all the screaming about, if I may ask?'

'Hungry, hungry, hungry, Mr Diddle. HUNGRY AS A HIPPO, I SAY. HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS!!' There was a bout of coughing from inside.

'I believe I have a sandwich, Mr Herr. Egg, I believe.'

'I would like my dart back, Mr Dinwiddie. Thank you for the breadstuff. The wolves will enjoy it.'

'I'm sure they will, Mr Herr.' Daniel poked his head out for a moment, and grabbed the dart off the floor.

'Here we go, Mr Herr. Enjoy your day.'

'If only Esme were here. We could bake up a pancake in those days, I say!'

'Very good, Mr Herr.'

The door closed. Daniel waved a hand. 'Come along.'

'You give that man darts?' said Howie, running after Daniel.

'Completely fake,' said Daniel. 'What do you take me for, sir, a savage?'

'Oh, no. And who is Esme?'

'No one, as far as we can tell. Completely imaginary. From what we can gain from his ramblings, however, she seems to be adept at making pancakes, waffles, and related foodstuffs.'

They continued on past door 665. Laughter was coming from the room.

'Well, he seems to be happy,' said Howie.

'One of the least happy people I know,' said Daniel. 'That's Mr Natas' room. He believes he's the devil. We think he's working on his maniacal laughter. He'll continue like that until he goes to sleep, but only after we give him his teddy bear, as well.'

They arrived at door 666. There was a shift in Daniel's beard that might just have been a smile. 'Now,' he said. 'The gentleman ClouD.'

He unlocked the door, putting his finger to his lips: be silent.

The door swung open.

Inside was a boyish man, around twenty. He had long, messy blonde hair, but none on his face.

'You've shaved him well,' said Howie in a quiet voice.

'What? Oh, no. He just hasn't developed facial hair yet, it seems. It's rather puzzling.'

'Maybe it's Internet Prepubescence,' said Howie, looking sadly at his old friend.

'IP? We're quite sure that he does have it, but every time we try to tell him, he protests about being labelled. And what can you say to that?'

'Nothing,' said Howie, shaking his head. 'Absolutely nothing.'

ClouD had a laptop in his, well, lap. He was continuously pressing keys on it, and a constant stream of muttering escaped his lips.

Howie and Daniel drew closer. 'What is that he's muttering?' whispered Howie.

'We recorded some of it once,' said Daniel. 'As far as we can tell . . . all he's saying is the word “Moderator” over and over again.'

'Oh dear,' breathed Howie.

ClouD suddenly snapped his head up. He focused on Daniel for a moment, and grinned. Then he looked over to Howie. His eyes lit up.

'My fellow staff member!' he said. 'I have been moderating! I have been keeping the noble laws of Dreamviews upheld!'

'You remember me?' said Howie, smiling grimly.

'Of course!' said ClouD. 'You are a staff member, like I am. I am a staff member for Dreamviews.'

'Yes,' said Howie sadly. 'Yes you were.'

ClouD leaned forward, as if letting go of a deep secret. 'I think you confused are and were there, fellow staff member. Because I am a staff member for Dreamviews. I am a Moderator.'

'Dreamviews hasn't been up since the Crash,' said Howie kindly. 'We all know that.'

ClouD frowned. 'The Crash, fellow staff member?'

Howie looked to Daniel for help, who nodded at the laptop in ClouD's hands. Howie slid beside ClouD and looked at the laptop.

The screen was empty apart from, scrawled in blue marker: Dreamviews (of which I am a staff member).

ClouD looked up at Howie, grinning madly. 'Did you know that A Roxxor is actually Seismosaur, fellow staff member? I've banned him, with my Moderating powers. Because I am a Moderator for Dreamviews, fellow staff member.' He pointed to some writing below “Dreamviews”.

Scrawled there were the words: A ROXXOR IS ACTUALLY SEISMOSAUR. HE IS BANNED.

Next to it was a badly drawn hammer, hitting a stick figure in the head. And below that: I HAVE BANNED A ROXXOR (WHO WAS ACTUALLY SEISMOSAUR!!!)

'Well done,' said Howie kindly. 'How are you doing, ClouD?'

'My welfare is of no concern. I am moderating Dreamviews,' hissed ClouD. He turned back to his laptop.

Howie drew Daniel to one side.

'He's obsessed with Dreamviews!' he said.

'Despite not knowing what Dreamviews is, sir, I would be forced to agree,' said Daniel, shaking his head at ClouD.

'We promoted him because it sounded like a good idea at the time. We never knew this would happen!'

They both stared in silence at ClouD's frantically tapping fingers.

'Is it all right if I have some time alone with him?' said Howie.

Daniel looked affronted for a moment. 'But-' he began.

'Please,' said Howie.

Daniel hesitated. 'All right,' he said. 'But just a few minutes.'

'Of course,' said Howie. With any luck, a few minutes would be all he needed. Daniel left, leaving them alone.

Howie sat in front of ClouD again. 'I need a favour,' he said after a while.
ClouD paused for a moment. 'A favour?' he said.

'I need to know where people are. I need to know what they're doing. People from Dreamviews.'

'Dreamviews (of which I am a staff member)?'

'Yes,' said Howie quietly. 'I'm rebuilding it. I'm raising Dreamviews again, ClouD! Bigger and better!'

ClouD looked down at his laptop. 'But Dreamviews is alive,' he said. 'In fact, Carousoul just posted a rather amusing comment. I have responded with “Lul”.'

'Of course,' said Howie. 'It must have slipped my mind. I still need people, though. We're . . . having a get together.'

'A get together!' said ClouD. 'Of fellow people from Dreamviews (of which I am a staff member)!'

'Yes. I need names, and locations. I know you wrote them down. You liked to make lists of your “Top People”.'

'I still do, fellow staff member,' said ClouD. 'I do believe I have a list in here somewhere . . .'

ClouD began to rummage around in his pockets. He withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. Howie reached out to take it, but ClouD pulled it back and sniffed it carefully. 'Minty!' he said, and handed it over. Howie sniffed it carefully. It did not smell minty at all.

'Thank you for this, ClouD. My eternal gratefulness.'

'Can I come?' said ClouD. 'To the meeting? To see my fellow staff members?'

'I doubt they'll let you come,' said Howie. 'But just in case . . .'

He ripped a corner off the list, and wrote and address down. He handed it to ClouD.

'Go there before the 8th of November, if you get the opportunity. That's the meeting place.'

ClouD nodded sagely. He secreted away the address somewhere in his grubby clothes, and turned back to his laptop.

With a remarkable sense of occasion, Daniel poked his head through the doorway. 'Time's up,' he said quietly. Howie nodded. He turned to ClouD, who was staring madly at his laptop.

'Good luck, friend,' said Howie. 'Live long and prosper.'

'Live long and prosper?' said Daniel, as they exited the room. 'Really?'

Howie coughed. 'It seemed appropriate,' he said haughtily. Daniel gave a short bark of laughter.

'It seems to me,' he said, 'there's not a lot of life going on round here, and absolutely no prospering.'

'Do you want to come to the meeting?' said Howie. 'You'd be a good asset.'

'I do not know what you're talking about,' said Daniel. 'This way, sir . . .'

And Howie left, to the mad laughter of Mr Natas.

Hahahahaha, brilliant. I enjoyed that thoroughly.

Next to it was a badly drawn hammer, hitting a stick figure in the head. And below that: I HAVE BANNED A ROXXOR (WHO WAS ACTUALLY SEISMOSAUR!!!)

Write moar!

Absolutely EPIC. Win win win.

You two are my new favourite people.

Write more or I shall never give you a cookie!

The laughter ensues. And then is attacked by a valiant knight of sanity.

Poor knight, he never had a chance to combat the laughter which emerged in light of the insanity in your writing.

I'll take that as a compliment.

And V, I have enough cookies. I have no need for more. But more shall be written, in any case.

This is amazing.

In before move to DV favorites, absolutely incredible.

MORE MORE MORE!!!

The Final Chapter.

Daniel Danciu sat in an old rocker. Back and forth he rocked, unbeknownst to the danger soon approaching him. He rocked back and forth, his gray beard shifting slightly.

Through blind eyes he spoke, "I've been waiting for you."

A dark figure stood behind him. It spoke, "And how'd you know I was here?"

Daniel Danciu jumped in his chair. "Sweet fucking Jesus. Where did you come from?"

The figure was startled by Daniel's reaction. "I thought you had been waiting for me."

"No, I just say that from time to time. I always thought it would be really cool for someone to walk into a room and hear a blind guy say that. You know, like the movies."

"I guess. How are the eyes, DanDan?"

"Still ripped out by magic tigers. But that was a long time ago. Who is this?"

"You'll find out. I want you to tell me the story."

Daniel smiled slightly. He cleared his throat and started, "There were infinite multiverses, colliding and destroying and creating each other and themselves. There stood one hero-"

"Wait wait wait. Not that psuedoscientific bullshit. The real story. The story of Dreamviews of old. The great Howie. The powerful Delphinus, and his metamorphosis into the mysterious panta-rei. The wise ClouD. The Canadian ExoByte. The almighty Grod. That story."

Daniel Danciu let out a low sigh. He rubbed his scarred brow and peered into the darkness. "No one knows that story. Everyone who knew about it died. I was the only survivor. Who told you about it?"

The figure smiled to himself. He ran his hand through his hair and said, "You weren't the only survivor, Daniel. Now, tell me the story."

"I won't. If there is another survivor ask them."

"He... He died, Daniel. I need to know the whole story. He only told me so much."

"Who was it? Tell me and I will tell you the rest."

"Tornado Joe. He got away before the explosion and the robot velociraptors. He lost an arm, though. And his hat. He was alive long enough to tell me about Howie and a few of the others. He was a pretty shitty story-teller, though. So, he ruined the ending... He died from infection and alcohol soon after babbling about some vampires. I'm not really sure what that was all about."

Daniel Danciu suffered through a fit of coughs. He caught his breath and said, "TJ lived, huh? I should have known. Not much I could have done about it, anyway... You want to know the story, huh? Well, I can only tell you so much. Age hasn't been too kind to me, kid." He placed his withered hands on the arms of the chair. He took in a deep breath and said, "Well, here's the short version."

The dark figure nodded expectantly.

Daniel took in a deep breath, exhaled, and explained, "Basically, we found out that Howie was looking for his wife, and that Tornado Joe had stolen her. Then we learned about what the music had done to Delphinus. After that, we cured Slayer of his lycanthropy and killed some more trolls. ExoByte did some Canadian shit and Grod was epic. Some other people showed up but they aren't all that important. We found where Tornado Joe was and worked on killing him, so that we could get Howie's wife, ya know. The Man of Steel did some weird shit and some big knives showed up. We found TJ and started killing the hell out of him. After a while, he killed us more. Howie found his wife through the chaos (a shit load of pigeons and catgirls showed up to fight the robot velociraptors.) They both died and then everyone started dying. It was pretty bloody, man. no-Name found TJ's arm and hat so we assumed that he died. Then no-Name died too. He died a lot. Like, really a lot. Then everything exploded. Even the fucking explosions were exploding, man. I ran away, but the magic tigers caught up with me. Luckily a magic badger saved my ass, but I'm pretty sure they all ended up dying. I crawled into this hole and have been hiding here ever since. Oh yea, DreamViews was rebuilt kind of, but some guy named Alex took control and it's all pretty shitty now. Definitely not the same as it was."

The figure nodded slowly. He got closer to Daniel and asked, "So, that's all?"

Daniel nodded and said, "Yea, pretty much. It's kind of a shitty story, but it teaches you about life, right? Life isn't what it's all cut out to be."

The figure asked, "You're sure you're the only one left? I mean, you're the only one who knows the story?"

Daniel shrugged. "Me and you, now."

The figure nodded. He came close to Daniel and put a hand on his shoulder. Daniel shivered at the touch. "I'm sorry, Daniel. But the story needs to be told. And the story will come from me. I can make sure the people of DreamViews know what happened. You understand, right?"

Daniel teared up. "You... You can't."

The figure smiled. He leaned in close and whispered into Daniel's ear, "Tornado Joe wanted to tell you something. He says, 'The truth remains with the witnesses'."

Daniel Danciu pushed the man away. Tearful, he stood up, his majestic beard swaying angrily. His old legs hardly supported him, but he stepped forward forcefully. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you come into my house and threaten me? I think not!"

The figure had stepped back. He said, "I guess I can tell you who I am now." He unsheathed a long knife. On it were inscribed the letters "MoS." He jabbed it into Daniel's side. Daniel dropped to his knees, clenching his side. His blank eyes looked up to the figure. The figure smiled, leaned in and said, "My name is Kiza. I own the truth." He pulled the knife out of Daniel and tossed it to the ground. He left the house to wither away.

As Kiza walked down the street he smiled to himself. He repeated to himself, "I own the truth."

Originally Posted by panta-rei

Oh yea, DreamViews was rebuilt kind of, but some ass named Alex took control and it's all pretty shitty now. Definitely not the same as it was.

You better change that, it's pretty offensive.
Even if it is meant as a joke, it's still not a nice thing for someone to see anyone being so inappreciative of so much money and work being spent on something.

It is finished.

Can this be put in a single document, or at least all of it posted back to back for easy accessibility?

No, spockman. No it can't.

The first bits were put in a googledoc which is linked around here somewhere. Otherwise, I would just search Kiza's posts in this thread and weed through the bollocks. Remember to search for MoS too, he wrote a side plot that was supposed to eventually tie in. I had three Kiza-approved prequels (my last posts here.) Plus this end that he and I talked about, but he still hasn't read.

What.... What is this thread??

I read the final chapter, now THAT was worth a read. How much of this is (kinda sorta marginally partially maybe a little) true?

It's not finished. Not yet. Not by a fair bit.

There are stories that have yet to be told.

I will tell these stories.

Originally Posted by Clyde Machine

How much of this is (kinda sorta marginally partially maybe a little) true?

All of it. Every bit.

Except the bit about the helicopters. That's hyperbolic bullshit.

Originally Posted by Man of Steel

There are stories that have yet to be told.

Yes, there are. I'm not done with Google quiet yet.

I had nearly forgotten about this Epic.

Originally Posted by Tyler

I had nearly forgotten about this Epic.

Yeah.

Me as well.

So, Kiza.

Whatever happened to that guy?

I haven't Kiza around lately.

Kiza's around just doesn't come to DV any more. He might do some writing later. He wanted to make sure it was still open for writing. I just wanted a refresher for the story.

MoS, screw working or going to school. Get writing.

Also, slash, I don't think I'll change it.

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That's fine, I changed it for you.

Nainai, you're my favorite.

Originally Posted by Naiya

That's fine, I changed it for you.

Not cool.

Mainly, I want to know what the deal is with the king. Oh, and how the main party intends on destroying google. No-name and the cat girls are of course important, too. So, pretty much, all of it. Yes, I want to know all of it. Oh, and whether or not the worm that looked like a dick was my avatar making a cameo. Or a coincidence. Or whatever. Yeah.

Hey everyone guess what

I am the worst person

SURPRISE