Had a dream about one of the in-game missions, so I wrote about it. I think it turned out more poetic than I intended, haha.
The story follows:
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My thoughts ebb and flow, a malleable, liquescent mass bound by grey matter and near-nothings.
This is what I dream.
I trek across a twilight world, crossing the barrier between reality and nightmare. I come to reach its pinnacle, its throne.
I stand here as the progeny of mankind, the only light in this stormy ocean of ash and fire. Screams herald a tumorous cascade of claws and teeth, crawling and scratching, hungry to consume all in their wake.
And so, I await their coming, my body a silhouette under the ashen burning star-husk that looms above.
Gates collapse, allowing the cancer to pour forth in a torrent of bone and chitin.
I am ready.
I begin my dance of steel and lightning under the viridescent midnight sun, singing the song that ends worlds.[/i]
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Damn.....Can you really call this a dream. Sounds like a -blam!-ed up nightmare.