To think I had been considering a third blog proper. Can you even imagine that? When I can barely handle free form writing at this simple level in this easy environment that no one will ever see.
Fuck, bitch, ass, cunt. I can't say whatever I want here and it won't matter.
It's like I'm a 10 year old home alone for the first time again. Must resist the urge to play with the stove...
In any event, that's enough sulking.
I made a post on Nat's blog recently as sloth detailing a dream I had in real life. Or, the light version of that dream. I stripped away all the details and shit and left the core archetype of the character intact to make it almost prophetic.
Now, in-hindsight, we'll be able to retroactively look at the path another character takes, probably an anti-hero, and say the dream predicted it.
I originally intended to have the dream match up with fracture but it doesn't like up terribly well. But it works with David Banks or Anstomy or whatever the fuck his name is.
Who knows, maybe it'll be Fracture like enough in time. And if nothing comes close enough, we can just ignore it. I didn't exactly declare it prophetic in the post itself so as far anyone is concerned it could just be silly filler from a goofy character.
Hmmm... could sloth be dreaming about himself... thats got some curious potential.
In any event, I named the dream Fenrir on a whim because the story contained a giant wolf.
Without further delay, here is the original dream.
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It started in a campground. I could see it from where I was and I knew I wasn't welcome there. What I was, was an unforgivable sin to the rest of the world. The only reason they would tolerate me being this close, was they needed me. The area around the facility had become hellish nest for all kinds of monsters. Man made monsters. Things almost as bad as myself. Many, worse than myself. They had escaped the facility. My doing. I spent five years locked up in that deathtrap. When I got out, I can back with a small army. I human rights group that, if we're being perfectly honest, has become something more of an eco-terrorist group after they met me.
We stormed the facility together and forced the SDF out, killing as many as we could. It was a bit of a blood bath for both sides. In my mad frenzy, I found myself ripping out and destroying every piece of electronics I came upon.
I must have triggered something unintentionally. When I smashed a particularly expensive looking Console, all the cages in the facility opened.
They things... they were more than we could handle.
We were forced to leave. Forced to let them escape as they fled the labs. Feeding on my friend, like animals. I sickens me to thing that most of those creature were human once.
We tried to warn the people of black lake, but they didn't listen. SDF survivors had gotten back first. They tried to arrest us for terrorism.
They stopped when a large eight legged frog plopped down on the cop holding us at gun point. Its long tongues ripping him up piece by piece and pulling in each piece one at a time.
We gunned it down.
The people listened then.
Following a joint effort by the BLPD, the SDF, and us, we forced the monsters out of town and set up a perimeter to keep them out.
This camp, was a result of us pushing them further into the woods. We'd cornered them in a cave. Now our job was the finish exterminating them.
By this point, the government had stepped in.
The S.I.N. division. Supernatural and Inhuman Neutralization division. They were the people that handed me over to the SDF.
Between the BLDP, SIN, and SDF, I was almost unanimously not allowed in their camp.
Nothing my friends, the White Coat Society, could do about it.
With SIN's involvement, we were forced to return the Facility to the SDF. Which was fine. We'd rigged that place up with over 100 cameras and enough explosions to put the basement on the top floor.
But that bastard was smug. Their leader liked to come around our part of camp and gloat. Sneer and poke and prod us. On the day before a major operation, one ambitious enough to end the threat all together, he came by and left without a word.
Then Jenny started violent coughing up wood chips. I found a hex bag in her pocket and threw it into the fire. She stopped coughing wood chips but the damage was done. She wouldn't ever talk again.
I was... furious.
That fucker. He was using the other camp leaders as a hostage. He always had one with him. He knew if I did anything against him, they would have me killed.
But I didn't care anymore. I snuck up to their tent... and I snapped all their necks.. what did it matter? They weren't the ones fighting. They were just assholes in a tent barking orders. We didn't need them. And this was worth it. I... started to eat them. Every last bite. Had to... make sure there was no evidence... couldn't get back to me. I was almost done with a troop of men came in to report their progress.
I... killed as many as I could but a few got away. And a man hunt for me started.
While they were out of camp looking for me, the camp got hit with a rush of monsters.
...No survives I'd come to find.
I hear those woods are still flush with creatures.
But that's been put on hold. The SDF is apparently taking care of it themselves now. Or they were. I hear their base blew up after they finished settling in. Guess not everyone died...
I'm on trial.
They're going to kill me.
They're going to TRY.
I'm BIGGER than them now. STRONGER. They're little apes. I'M a GOD to them.
When this trial is over, when they sentence me, I'LL EAT ALL OF THEM TOO FOR THEIR INSOLENCE.
And then I'll find Jenny and we'll clean up the for woods, once and for all.
