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    Mzzkc's Mind Games

    by , 09-02-2015 at 05:32 AM (668 Views)
    Catching up on a few days worth of notes.

    Still gonna try to keep this under the ~30 minute limit writing constraint.

    BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

    Aliens
    Staying in a bed and breakfast, an alien podship smashes into the window, docking similarly to Halo 2's first mission. A severed head speaks the intentions of the immature xenomorphs that spill from the small ship, into the room. They seek only our love, adoration, and worship. Only if necessary will they subsume control of our brains and bodies. Euphoria awaits those who submit.

    I make up some excuse and nope the fuck out the front door.

    Agricola
    Running down the town's main road at super-speeds, I'm stuck behind a bicyclist. I'm pretty sure he's a coworker. I don't want to be rude and pass him, so I make the first available turn between a row of houses, and continue on my path by taking a turn on a road parallel to the main one. I slow as I approach the market. It's really more of a bazaar with open-air shops and colorful awnings lit solely by starlight, all set atop grey cobblestone.

    Samael's there, attending to one of the shops. I head into Samael's shop and pull out a copy of Agricola for inspection, since the shop specializes in fixing issues with board games or something. I don't quite remember. As I'm lifting the cover, Samael hastily warns me, but it's too late. A bunch of cardboard meeples scatter across the floor as other patrons crowd around. Graciously, Samael helps me pick them up and place them back in the box, the contents of which look more like Five Tribes than Agricola.

    Cafe
    After leaving the mall, K and I walk into a golden and brown hued cafe alongside the street. A bunch of people from high school and college are there. They're glaring, murder in their eyes. K is unsurprisingly oblivious to the mood in the room. He takes a seat, and I follow suit.

    Hotel
    Someone's dead, and I think I might be involved. At the very least, the CEO suspects me. I'm sure that's why I passed hotel security on my way to the stairs. And it's definitely why I jumped down the little square hole between the spiraling stairwell, letting gravity pull me down the hundred or so stories to the ground floor. That should buy me some time.

    Vista
    Walking through the hotel's grand hall, I take in the extravagance. Around me austere columns stand amidst dark oak tables. Whilst underfoot, a lush carpet with elegant gold inlays cushions my every step. It's not as vivid as it could be. In fact, I notice the dream wavering a bit and muse to myself about the false notion that all lucid dreams are vividly realistically. Vividness is a choice, I remind myself with a smirk, stabilizing the dream around me to life-like realism and stepping out onto the deck, where many of the guests have already gathered. The view is breathtaking. A number of curved, ancient buildings hug the glittering lake below. Towering high above, all perfectly illuminated by varying gradients of blue, pink, purple, and red. To my left, a waterfall spills lazily from the window of one of the stone marvels. I fly to it, cresting over the falling water and landing on the grassy overlook above.

    Punks
    Some punks are acting up in the parking lot. I can tell they've targeted me, so I untarget myself and pass through without incident.

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    Updated 09-02-2015 at 05:35 AM by 25167

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    1. Samael's Avatar
      Graciously, Samael helps me pick them up and place them back in the box
      Well if I'm fixing issues with board games, I need people to come in and cause some issues, right? Helps me show off to the crowd: hey look! I can put cardboard meeples back in a box!

      (I had to look up what a meeple was.)

      I make up some excuse and nope the fuck out the front door.
      Legit.

      Also, those goddamn hotels are trouble. Nothing good ever happens in hotels in my dreams.