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[the-dreamer-traveller]

Drag-On Dragoon

Once upon a time, there was a Dreamer who was cursed by a flower.

This Dreamer had six younger siblings, each of them cursed as well.

Fearful of their immense power, the Dreamer began hunting down his brothers, one by one…

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Well, this happens.

For people who haven’t know, the Drakengard series is a video game series and franchise that has sheer bleakness of the setting, cast full of anti-heroes, children and adults dying together and a what-the-fuck storyline. Basically, it is that type of series.

Inspired by the plotline of Drakengard 3, the dream details of my exploits in my attempts to kill off six of my brothers, born from my body through unknown means. Four of them are separated, while two of them are considered to be twins. All of them have dragons of their own, while they wield swords of different design and length. They are all flying around the world and maybe create some debauchery, so it is my job to hunt them down and kill every last one of them.

Three of my brothers are dead, as I have personally drive my dragon-infused blade into their flesh or getting burned by my dragon. Now, only three of them left, with those being the twins and my ditzy blondie brother.

With the last of the killing spree taking place in a half-preserved ruins of a large library made of marble, I ride in the air with my dark green dragon and chase around blondie with my sword ready. Dressed in leather jackets and pants, he rides in the air with his brown dragon while he is holding onto his spear with one hand.

He is the type of dude who never takes things seriously and enjoys everything in the face value and laughs with joy in everything he does. I pity him, as he is actually likable, but because he is born from my unstable powers and the universe of Drakengard hates people who are pure, kind and happy, he must die a violent death to ensure that the universe is sated by his blood.

Chasing him around through the various arches of the library’s ruins, I quickly got tired of blondie’s sounds of joy as I am aiming at my dragon to shoot a fireball in his face. Just as he is about to duck down, I shout my dragon to fire and he spits out a fast fiery projectile of molten material that it slams him and his dragon in the arch’s face, which also causes it to explode with enough power to kill him.

RIP Blondie. You live as you have died, having the time of your life that you have never felt this way before.

With the twins left, I quickly decide to take a more direct confrontation against them. Hoping off from my dragon companion and into a labyrinth-esque part of the ruins, I quickly kick open a door so that I can quickly run straight towards the twins.

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The interior of these particular parts of the ruins has a more pristine and marble-like appearance, as if parts of it remain intact. The twins would find this place to be lovely, where their pretty boy faces, white hair and muscular body would find this to be their perfect playing ground. The incestuous twins creep me out, especially due to how touchy they are that yaoi fangirls will start squealing like pigs. Despite this, they aren’t that bad, but I have to kill them to prevent their fearsome powers from becoming too much.

Eventually, I went to a room that looks like a cross of a living room and a small study room, with cream white carpet, white couches, a white marble coffee table, a television with just static, a white marble table with white marble chairs, some stacks of books and white marble shelves. The room is dark and dim, with only light coming from the television. The Twins were seen sitting in the table, surprised to see my appearance. Rather than going heads on to fight me, they quickly flee to the next room through a white wooden door before they lock it shut.

I would love to go and charge towards the Twins and slice off their heads. Before I proceed to the next part of my quest, a little object captures my eyes as I scan through the contents of the books. Many of them are thick, but the object that catches my eye is a small coloring book, drawing with the silhouettes in black and white, while coloring is added in a way similar to how a child is used to color things with crayons. The contents seem to be dark yet intriguing. I stash the book into my hyperdimensional storage for later book reading, especially since I notice on how grimdark it is, just like Drakengard.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Flesh and Steel – Re:CHANGE for the Future

I should have known this dream would end like this.

Seems like we should've taken a different approach for this one.

…

Even if I have to violate the Code to do so.

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(LOOP 1)

However, it is time to say hello to my little friend!

Pulling out a nice little trick from my pocket, I fish out a fistful of solid clay. Picking a sizable chunk of it, I fling it to the freaks, and it releases a strong electromagnetic force that fries of their sockets, effectively killing them. I have found this particular weapon, a clay that causes electromagnetic force once it touches those freaks of nature, somewhere within the mall. It looks like a massive joke, because it is pink, but it is also quite useful because it can kill those bastards and can incapacitate the stronger ones. I have ended up with something that is overpowered but is worth having since we are living in a chaotic state in this city.

Afterwards, I took the emergency stairs and climb down till I have reached the first floor. Turning to the left, I continue to jog until I come across one of those orbs that I have encountered before. Growing in a thick flesh and metal mass in the wall, the orbs appear to be made of glass-like material, and they have a faint red glow that pierces through the dim environment. They are also connected to some of the malfunctioning devices throughout the city, including this one that has screen gates that are closed. The only thing that can destroy these orbs is the use of the red gem sword that I have, in which I slowly took it out from my back.

Raising it over the orb, I have plunged the blade into the orb. The orb is pierced and cracks form in its surface, while it slowly loses its glow. The screen gate nearby, which has a functional light above it, rises up, and I retracted my blade and put it back on my back before I went out to the streets.

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Going back to the streets has a tinge of nostalgia as I step on the steel floors as I look in the sky. It was late in the afternoon, where the sun’s golden light rays through the horizon and grey clouds fill up the sky. The tower blocks that are built around the city, along with those seen in the city horizons, have a silver and blue color that would look breathtaking if they aren’t looking empty and lifeless. I can barely see the top half of the heart of the city by the distance, blocked by a large steel roadblock. Smoke can be seen rising in some of the buildings, either in a few blocks away or by the city’s horizon, as the chaos of the state is still fresh to this day.

There is a pair of doors that are open in a few feet away, and I would take that as my que to proceed to the next area. Just as I am about to take my next steps to the zone, I turn my head to the left to see a figure approaching.

It was a woman, possibly a mother. Dressed in a long dress and with white wrappings on her arms and her head, she is carrying a little object on her chest, an object that is attached to her left breast. That object, like her body, is also bandaged, but is small enough to have a recognizable shape of a fetus. This could be an implanted baby, in case they don’t want the traditional pregnancy, and the mother is a survivor who is trying to reach for a safe spot.

She seems to be having difficulty in walking, as she is bringing in one foot before dragging the other. She emerges from a giant roadblock that is halfway closed, so she must have been coming from one of the most infested zones. Tired and exhausted, the woman continues to feebly walk through the street, holding unborn baby in hopes to find shelter.

Until she stops walking and stood in the middle of the road.

Curious of her problem, I slowly approach to the woman, planning to ask her if she is okay.

Just as I am taking a few steps towards the woman, I am suddenly overwhelmed by visions, events that are yet to come. An explosion, the death of the woman by freaks, a high-level mutant freak tearing apart a man in front of a man. Once I have regained my vision, I simply stare in disbelief of what I have saw, on the bizarre déjà vu that I experienced from walking near to the woman.

Just as I look at the roadblock behind the woman, I noticed that there are figures that are approaching really fast towards it. I immediately identify those things as the ones from the vision, the ones that killed the woman! As fast as possible, I run past to the woman and pulled out my sword, just as the roadblock burst open in flames and the freaks started to pour out.

As one of them is within my reach, I quickly deliver a quick slice with my gem sword that sends it tumbling to the ground, while it also draws the attention of the other freaks, who noticed that I am already in front of them between the woman. Just before they even have a chance to react, I fling two pieces of the electromagnetic clay into their skin, getting hit by strong bursts of electromagnetic force that temporarily disables them while I plant my blade into their heads in a quick measure to kill them.

Once each of the freaks are dead, I turn my head to look at the woman, who is now starting to walk. Good, it makes me think that she is safe as she can finally go somewhere safe. If I could have a human face, perhaps I could smile.

Turning my attention what is beyond the roadblock, I discover that there are a few more freaks that are planning to breach through. Entering a newer mutation that I have never seen before; which could possibly be one of the most annoying. Resembling like humans with large, glass-like bubble heads, their bodies are made of thick and oily black sludge, the same kind that infects everyone. Some wirings also erupt from their body, and they have small red dots for their eyes in the black sludge-filled head. They walk a bit slow, but they can attack with their electrical charged three-fingered hands.

They slowly march towards the roadblock in groups of five, along with one of them being slightly bigger and having a pulsing faint purplish red glow in its head. I quickly fling a piece of electromagnetic clay into one of them, releasing a field of electromagnetic force that instantly kills them, dissolving their bodies into thick puddles of black ooze. However, the large one, probably its leader, uses its own energy to bring back those two alive! It seems that I have to target this one, but the problem is that it is also surrounded by three of its cohorts, making me strategize fast on how to deal with them.

If electromagnetic clay is enough to temporarily disable its mooks, would a piece would also stagger its leader?

Having no choice and acting fast, I throw a large piece of electromagnetic clay into the ground, causing it to burst into a flash dome filled with electromagnetic force. The mooks are down in one go, but the leader staggered for a bit and falls into the ground. Just before it has a chance to recover, I quickly move in and stab it in the head, breaking through its head and killing the freak.

Just as the black ooze started to sip down to the ground, I turn to see that an orb is growing in the side of a building. Not giving it a chance of what it does, I quickly went to the orb and stab it straight in the center, shattering it.

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It seems that the little gambit that I made work.

The woman manages to safely reach to the same door as I have seen in the previous dream… or loop. It is sort of revealed that she is actually a princess of the city, which baffles me of how it comes to this. Men in black jumpsuits, likely guards, emerge from the doorway and begin to escort her to safety.

With this knowledge in my mind, the first objective is complete.

And now for the next one…

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With the regenerating freaks and its freaky leader killed, I quickly noticed that there are three silhouettes emerging from a nearby door close to the roadblock and quickly ran straight towards it. Turns out that it is that woman from my vision, along with the man who is alive and is followed by another woman in a suit. Guess it seems that they are the survivors that are trying to flee from before in the same vision, except that only the woman survives and the other two are butchered by the rare mutation.

Just as they quickly make a run to the door, I quickly silently follow suit, with my equipment ready in case the mutation jumps out of nowhere. Sure enough, just as they are close to the exist, the same flesh and metal rare mutation arrives via jumping out of nowhere and into the trio, landing in its four limbs at it slowly begins to approach the startled trio.

Quickly diving straight into the mutation, deliver a quick kick in its chest that sends it a few feet away. Because of its metallic body, guns have no tricks for it and I have to use a considerable amount of electromagnetic clay to get it incapacitated, I quickly bring out the gem sword to drive it deep in its shoulder, twisting it and severing its joints before pulling it off, sending large chunks of metal in the air.

Sensing that it is already in great peril, the reconfiguration protocol of the mutation begins to initiate, as thick black wires are starting to emerge from its neck and back. I am panicking of this as I have to kill it quickly but lack the strength to do so.

Out of desperation and nowhere, I quickly throw my gem sword aside and started using my bare hands to tear it apart. I begin to pound my fists on its face, smashing and crushing it with brute and unforgiving force. After several seconds of pounding it, I begin to use my hands to tear the protective plates apart, ripping away the screws and joints off from it while I tear half of its upper body and throw it away. As I quickly kick it and sent it crashing to a wall, I begin to bring back my sword and start slicing in its core, reducing it to jagged shreds.

I pant as I slowly stood up, exhausted of killing these beasts. The civilians are surprised to see the outcome of the battle, but quickly went through the door as it had been open. Once I have regained my mechanical rhythm, I slowly approach to the door, but was stopped by a medic, who told me that the limit has been reached and advises me to go to a nearby passageway for me to proceed. I just shrug my shoulders as he nods and closes and seals the door, preventing from any of the mutations from coming through.

I stood in the door for a few moments before I proceed to walk through the next door. I was surprised that I have the strength to tear door metal with ease in the final battle, and it made me wonder where I have obtained this mysterious strength. However, I don’t have time to ponder for the moment, because then I am just going to go on and kill some of the freaks in the next zone before I could have some R&R.

Perhaps it is just another part of my day as a mercenary, where killing is business. Unlike the previous times, this business is fun and even if it might end up becoming the last of me, at least I have done some good for the people these days, especially since time has gotten rough with the mutation and everything.

Seeing as this is the way I have to accept, I calmly walk towards the door and pass through, where I fling out my automated UZI and rested it on my shoulder, giving an imaginary puff of breath before proceeding forward.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Flesh and Steel

A dream that takes place in the far future, in a world that I am not familiar with.

Where am I? What is this place?

But all I know is that how everything went to hell as soon as I have arrived.

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Stepping through the red carpet floor of a casino decked with rich brown wooden walls, I look around my surroundings, feeling new to the place. There are plenty of games here, but the people are wearing gowns and suits, as I recall a woman passing by, dressing a red gown. This could be some sort of a high-class casino, something that makes me uncomfortable due to how I view myself in this dream.

Being a humanoid robot, I only wear a thick jacket with a bright yellow cloak, leather gloves, slim pants and boots. With two katanas holstered on my back, standing it in this scene is going to give me nervous sweats, in a metaphorical way. Mercenary pay is low this month and it pushes us to hard times, even for us robots.

Walking my way through the casino and into the balcony, while avoiding coming into accidental contact with humans to avoid awkward glances, I soon find myself on the indoor balcony of the second floor of a hallway, where the marble pillars and walls shine from the mini chandeliers above our heads, and people are going in and out of various hallways and doors. This seems to be like a hotel lobby, and people would go in to check in their rooms or leave once their night ends. Quite fanciful for my taste, but nothing more.

As I walk down the stairs to go somewhere else, I just notice something strange. A woman is seen vomiting black sludge from her mouth, startling her male companion. Soon after vomiting and choking of the sludge, she soon dies on the spot, sending shock towards the nearby civilians. I stood nearby, suspicious of what is happening, and I grip on one of my two blades in case things started to get nasty. The male companion, likely her husband or friend, slowly approach her body, as if he is trying to bring her back.

Suddenly, her skin ruptures, exposing dark gray thick and twisted plate-like growths that covers her body. The corpse makes groaning sounds and it slowly stood up as more of abnormal structures started to grow from her body. The black ooze that she vomits starts to seep down from her orifices, from her eyes, nose and mouth, and she arms started to jerk and twist, as if the bones are remodeling themselves in forceful ways.

The thing in its place twisted its head to look at the male companion, who is shocked beyond his heads. Clicking its heels, it readies its claws as it attempts to kill the man.

However, I quickly intervene the would-be murder and stab the creature through the gut and slice it diagonally, sending it crashing to the ground and killing it.

The black ooze sticks on the blade of my sword, but it was nothing as I have successfully saved a man’s life, even if he is just some ungrateful bastard and quickly left the scene without thanking me. Just before I curse, I just realized that maybe he is not some ungrateful bastard at all, as I turn around and realized that many more people are starting to vomit black sludge and turning into the same creatures that the woman ended up to, even if they are different variants.

From then on, I remember black ooze flying around, the blood of both innocent and malevolent being spilled by either their hands or my blades, and the screams of civilians, either by fear or dread. Things even got worse because the mutation does not fix to just shambling corpses with the need to bite and claw people to death, some have begun to evolve. Twisted spikes made of flesh and metal that intertwine in the structures like vines growing on roots, people increasing their length but at the same time their faces are deformed that it composes of a massive mouth with sharp teeth and claws, and the mutation started to infect machines and robots, as I have witnessed several times and fought similarly infected robots.

In the process, one of my blades was broken and I got beaten badly by the creatures.

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Rubbing by my right arm, I have done this to see if I can still feel it. Since it is good, I guess that it is time for me to move on.

The casino, once designed with rich brown wooden walls, red carpet floors, filled with numerous expensive games and decorations, marble pillars and shining lights, is now a shadow of itself. The walls have been crashed or broken, the carpet is dirtied by blood and dust, many of the decorations are obliterated or damaged by the panic and the place is getting a bit darker, if not only my robotic eyes can see things a bit clearer. The place is also heavy with dust, as it has been quite some time and the place is getting trashed. Corpses and twisted flesh and metal structures scatter everywhere, and some of the hallways have been blocked, either by screen gates that are jammed so that whatever is on the other side cannot pass through, rubbles that have fallen from the ceiling or the twisted sharp, root-like structures that have erupted from the group and on people’s corpses.

I have been here for some time, killing these creatures with abandon. Lately, I have sliced a pair of lesser things just to vent out of my troubles. The sound of flesh being sliced by my new blade is satisfying to hear, ever since the chaos throughout the city is still new. Killing these bastards is fun, and I’m probably going to love it, even if it may or may not give me enough pay.

Speaking of which, I have taken time to exam of my fancy new sword that I acquire. As I have found it lying on the ground, it is designed as a small sword, with a sharp tip and having a golden hilt. A red oval gem is placed in the center of the hilt, which causes it to face on my view. Quite a fanciful sword and might have been for decoration, but it is proven to be improbably durable and sharp for a sword like this and I have remembered countless times of jamming the sword into numerous glowing red orbs that are growing in some of the root-like structures. As this seems to be very useful, I’m going to keep it as it may be useful in the future for the time being.

Once I have finished slaying stuff, I decide to proceed to the next zone, hoping to find something worth salvaging.

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Just like every building that I have entered, the mall is one of them that have been badly damaged. It is also very dark in here and filled with many dangerous mutants that are lying around, searching for something to kill.

I have encountered a frightful human, trying to survive but got torn to shreds by fast bastards with their sharp claws. Hunched back forward and looking like long, decayed corpses with their bones peeking through their thin semi-transparent dusty green skin, their legs allow them to scurvy through the ground, tearing anything unfortunate. Luckily, I have killed them all with my new blade by chopping their heads and bodies of, but it is too late for me to save that human.

Walking through the second floor, I soon come across a set of heavy steel doors that is used for emergency exits. It is also suspiciously clean, as if someone has used it before. Whatever it is, I am getting paranoid of seeing unnatural objects in an environment like this and I have prepared my automatic UZIs, in case things started to get nasty.

Good news, the doors are open and reveal three of those freaks, two of them being one of the most horrifying abominations that I have encountered while another is an infected orbital scanner robot. The two freaks of nature have pale, healthy-ish skin, with their limbs and bodies stretch to several feet that their heads can touch the ceiling. Their bodies are nude, but their claws are sharp. They have a large mouth with broken teeth that is created from being deformed by the mutation and their eyes are so small, they look like nostrils at the sides of the mouth. These bastards are slow, but very dangerous, and shotting a gun is going to attract some unwanted attention.

However, it is time to say hello to my little friend!

Pulling out a nice little trick from my pocket, I fish out a fistful of solid clay. Picking a sizable chunk of it, I fling it to the freaks, and it releases a strong electromagnetic force that fries of their sockets, effectively killing them. I have found this particular weapon, a clay that causes electromagnetic force once it touches those freaks of nature, somewhere within the mall. It looks like a massive joke, because it is pink, but it is also quite useful because it can kill those bastards and can incapacitate the stronger ones. I have ended up with something that is overpowered but is worth having since we are living in a chaotic state in this city.

Afterwards, I took the emergency stairs and climb down till I have reached the first floor. Turning to the left, I continue to jog until I come across one of those orbs that I have encountered before. Growing in a thick flesh and metal mass in the wall, the orbs appear to be made of glass-like material, and they have a faint red glow that pierces through the dim environment. They are also connected to some of the malfunctioning devices throughout the city, including this one that has screen gates that are closed. The only thing that can destroy these orbs is the use of the red gem sword that I have, in which I slowly took it out from my back.

Raising it over the orb, I have plunged the blade into the orb. The orb is pierced and cracks form in its surface, while it slowly loses its glow. The screen gate nearby, which has a functional light above it, rises up, and I retracted my blade and put it back on my back before I went out to the streets.

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Going back to the streets has a tinge of nostalgia as I step on the steel floors as I look in the sky. It was late in the afternoon, where the sun’s golden light rays through the horizon and grey clouds fill up the sky. The tower blocks that are built around the city, along with those seen in the city horizons, have a silver and blue color that would look breathtaking if they aren’t looking empty and lifeless. I can barely see the top half of the heart of the city by the distance, blocked by a large steel roadblock. Smoke can be seen rising in some of the buildings, either in a few blocks away or by the city’s horizon, as the chaos of the state is still fresh to this day.

There is a pair of doors that are open in a few feet away, and I would take that as my que to proceed to the next area. Just as I am about to take my next steps to the zone, I turn my head to the left to see a figure approaching.

It was a woman, possibly a mother. Dressed in a long dress and with white wrappings on her arms and her head, she is carrying a little object on her chest, an object that is attached to her left breast. That object, like her body, is also bandaged, but is small enough to have a recognizable shape of a fetus. This could be an implanted baby, in case they don’t want the traditional pregnancy, and the mother is a survivor who is trying to reach for a safe spot.

She seems to be having difficulty in walking, as she is bringing in one foot before dragging the other. She emerges from a giant roadblock that is halfway closed, so she must have been coming from one of the most infested zones. Tired and exhausted, the woman continues to feebly walk through the street, holding unborn baby in hopes to find shelter.

Until she stops walking and stood in the middle of the road.

Curious of her problem, I slowly approach to the woman, planning to ask her if she is okay.

The roadblock behind her bursts opens in flames and forcibly open. The freaks have burst through the now open roadblock… and consumed and killed the mother and her child.

I was shocked at what had happened as the freaks slither through the streets, with their steel blue eyes setting towards me. Disgusted and enraged by this event, I pull out my sword and electromagnetic clay as I am going to kill these freaks.

Standing over nine feet tall, these are one of the more dangerous types. A blend of both steel and flesh, this humanoid mutation is colored white and blue, with the black plugs and muscle-like connections between its limbs, body and its mechanical parts represents its flesh. It has a sharp head, with black horn like projections, and its arms and legs have sharp tips instead of regular humanoid features, with ferocity matching to that of a cruel monster that it is designated to be.

The freaks move slow, but their range is wide. My sword can do nothing while they are still active, so I have to use my electromagnetic clay to weaken them. Once I have flung a piece into them, the piece of clay instantly transforms into a powerful blast of electromagnetic force that it temporarily interferes their motor capabilities, which also affects some of their attacks. As I have quickly move in for the kill and sidestep in attempts of their use of their limbs to kill me, I jump forward and plant the nuzzle of my gun into its eye, firing bullets that it slices through its brain, turning it into swish cheese and killing it instantly. I turn my attention to the other freaks, who are starting to reactivate their motor functions so that they can start attacking me, and I quickly use my automated UZIs to slice through their tough hides, which clings for a few times before the bullets start digging through their flesh, releasing black ooze like blood. Once they are incapacitated, I quickly drive my spare blade into their heads for a quick measure to kill them.

Just before I am having a breather, I hear a scream and turn my attention to another freak, tearing apart a man in a suit while a woman in a suit is screaming through a corner. This beast is an even tougher variant, with its host body being a robot. Thick silver hides and plates in its body, long and sharp metallic claws and a single eye in its head, it makes it into a dangerous killing twisted machine, as it demonstrates of eviscerating its victim.

I have known of this type, as it is one of the most infamous types. Should things not go into its advantage, it will automatically try to reconfigure itself to a more powerful form, becoming bigger and more monstrous, as data has told that large, thick tentacles made of ooze will erupt from its neck and back, in addition with it becoming speedier and stronger. Thus, it is the reason that they must be killed before they have a chance to reconfigure itself, lest I am likely to be killed by it.

Jumping forward and taking a medium-sized piece of electromagnetic clay, I tackle to the beast and jam it into its head, releasing a powerful electromagnetic force that it shocks its body and sends it into a frenzy of seizures. I quickly took out my blade to repeatedly stab it through the chest, with each stab causes it to shake even more until it stops dead as soon as I have stabbed it several times that the chest is filled with stabbing holes.

I pant as I slowly stood up, exhausted of killing these beasts. I had no idea where the woman went, but she probably went through that door, running into safety but traumatized of seeing her friends dead. Once I have regained my mechanical rhythm, I slowly approach to the door, clutching at the side of my head as I am trying to process of my emotional state. More people are killed every day and it is getting even harder to survive. Everyday is getting even more depressing and desperate while these monsters are getting stronger, and it makes me even fearful of my own life.

A robot fearing death, how convenient.

Perhaps it is just another part of my day as a mercenary, where killing is business. Unlike the previous times, this business is not fun and it might end up becoming the last of me, to be killed and forgotten as one of those who tries to fight off the mutation.

Seeing as this is the way I have to accept, I calmly walk towards the door and pass through, where I would sit down on a bench to give myself a rest that I have survived yet another day.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Over The Moon

This is a story of a young mermaid prince, who is willing to do anything to cure his beloved wife of her illness.

Once upon a time, in the oceans of a world unknown at a clear night, there lives a prince named Sechs. With a purple bobbed hair, light brown skin and prismatic green tail, Sechs raise his head up, where his pinkish twisted coral-like projections of his head faintly reflect the moonlight and his eyes stare at the light blue moon in the sky. He wishes to obtain the moon, as it is stated to have mystical properties of curing even the most dreadful diseases, as one plagued his beloved wife Nuen.

Using his strength to push himself upwards, Sechs jumps high in the air to grab the moon, which is as small as his hand. No matter how hard he tries to jump, every attempt that he made fails. And in every failed attempt, it causes the moon to slightly rise up higher and higher, until he can no longer reach it. Disappointed over his failed objective, Sechs retreat back to the waters, and later went back to his beloved wife.

Sechs is having a difficult time. As the Prince of the Oceans, he is supposed to be calm of it. But because of his wife in the verge of dying from her illness, Sechs is willing to go through lengths to make sure that his wife is well. But because not even the medicine from the elders and his quest to retrieve the moon fails, he is left in a sullen state, unsure what to do as his wife’s health starts to slowly fail.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

I am not dead or inactive, I have taken a long vacation <3

I may be late, but enjoy while you still can, Twitter refugees

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Dominating Hell

Driving through my car down the road, I am following on the concrete road that is said to lead me to a town within the cool, hilly land.

It’s quite foggy here and I could barely see a thing. But whatever, I’m here because a restaurant in that town has good reviews and I’m going to get some bite from it. As I am approaching to the town, I just soon find out there are a few buildings as soon as I have reached the outer parts of the town, and to my own surprise, have no vehicles running around. I still haven’t seen any people here, though it could be for the fog.

I jump out of the car and enter to the place of destination, a café that occupies a two-story building with plenty of glass ways for artistic design. Even to my surprise, there are no people inside the café, and it is even more baffling because the place is open and yet there are no people inside. I am quite baffled because I swear that the place is going to be filled with people.

I decide that it is time for me to look for the locals of this town. Moving out of the café, I went through the streets to look through the buildings, hoping to find any people here. The fog’s thickness makes things hard for me to see, as I could only see a couple of feet away from me. I would eventually find some more buildings and houses, but their lights are off, and no one can be seen in the streets, as if the place is abandoned.

I continue to wander around for several hours until it reaches to nighttime, where darkness covers everything in this town. I even have reached to the industrial section of the town, where I can see red and white cylinders that would be parts of the factory, and not a single soul can be seen wandering around. I was about to reach back to the car when I begin to hear chattering noises from within the darkness.

And once I have known it, I was assaulted by demons.

Coming in shapes and sizes, the demons would range from full fleshed ones to skeletal monstrosities. And I have soon discovered that this town is actually Hell, and they have been luring in unsuspected visitors so that they can have sustenance and nourishment from mortal suffering. I have no idea that they have created an elaborate bait so that they can take in hungry humans and feed it to themselves. Disgusting bastards!

Guess I am going to stay in this town for the rest of eternity.

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It has been years since I have been stuck in this hellish town. Turns out that there were plenty of other humans as well, its just that some of them are being milked by the demons. However, despite of our roles as cattle, some of us are already planning to have a revolution against the demons.

Our plans are kept secret, connected to only the most trusted individuals in town. We would be picking up pitchforks, and weapons and tools to fight against our demonic overlords! Sabotaging everything that they are trying to keep in control as well as destroying any connections they have to the surface!

Soon, we will fight back against the nefarious demons! Glory to mankind!

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Cheese French Toast

A very brief dream that is shows me shredding a large block of cheese in a bowl.

Because I have a recipe in my mind of making a delicious cheese French toast sandwich, something that I have been craving for the past weeks.

For the recipe in mind, I first create the standard way of making French toasts. Once I have set them in the pan, I flip the bread on its uncooked side and then place the cheese evenly into the cooked part of the bread piece. Once the other half of the bread is cooked, I quickly set it on the plate. The second piece is cooked normally and is set into the one with the cheese on it, placing the warm toast piece over the cheese. Because it melts, it is highly possible to taste the cheese in it as well.

Bon appétit!

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Evil Light Elves

Once upon a time, many moons ago, there lived a land, bountiful with gifts. It is the home of several races that co-exist together. The Humans live in many settlements in this land, and the Elves follow suit with their Human counterparts. Four of the major settlements are given four Gems housing great power, to serve as objects of worship among its populace.

The Humans and Dark Elves live in content and happiness, and their cities have grown prosperous.

But one race, the Light Elves, look down upon its neighbors with disdain. Unhappy and jealous of its neighbors, the Light Elves are not satisfied with their Gem. They wanted more.

And thus, begins the campaign of the Light Elves against other nations for their Gems.

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The dream is a series of events, chronicling a series of unfortunate events that shows the violent and bloody invasion of the Light Elves against their Dark Elves and Human neighbors to plunder of their Gems. However, I am aware of the numerous events that happen in each battle, and thus can see the struggles of both Human and Dark Elves fighting or running for their lives as they are cut down short by the Light Elves.

For all their bullshit talk about how they are holy and above their counterparts, they are just as flawed as mortals, if not even worse.

Running across the countryside of this land, I am accompanied with an entourage of Human and Dark Elven soldiers and crusaders, who are racing against time to reach to the cities to save them from the hands of the evil Light Elves. With our Gem-powered curved swords, shields, bows and guns ready, we quickly cross through the land in hopes to halt the Light Elven invasion.

Whenever I have a vision of a soldier’s dying moments in each battle, it is a dark sign of a battle that is already in the Light Elven victory. Several visions have already passed by my mind already, and each of them become progressively painful as they enter in my mind, and fuels of my deep hatred against the Light elves.

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VISION 1 (A DYING SOLDIER):

Peering through the moments of a human soldier clad in black, spiky armor with blue lines, this vision takes place in one of the cities under invasion, a city that houses the Human Gem. The architecture is based on a combination of Byzantine and Ottoman architecture, with the buildings being made of brown and tan stones, either some sort of sandstone or concrete, with elaborative decorations on its exteriors and interiors. Based on how I look in the outside world, the buildings are rectangular, like the city buildings built in the modern times.

Quite an antique and beautifully crafted ancient city, a shame that the Light Elves just came in to pillage the city.

Armed with only his sword, he swings it to slice off a red icosidodecahedron bomber war machine, before he dodges from an incoming fist slam of a golem. He quickly sheathes his sword and starts climbing up the wooden stairs of a damaged building, moving himself farther from the golem.

The evil Light Elves didn’t just bring in their warriors to battle, but also brought in their war machines and animals, pushing themselves in a much higher advantage. With their ruby red colors flying over their griffins, war machines and armor, they easily crash through the strong walls of the city that even the force of the crushing blow can be felt as a minor tremor to the city grounds.

Regardless of whether or not the defensive campaign will succeed, the soldier has laid on his trust of the upcoming arrival of the Dreamer, who will one day strike back against the devious Light Elves.

As soon as he climbs up to the city’s walls, he views over the landscape that is on the other side of the city walls. Drylands with a few pockets of trees, a deep gray sky and splashes of red that are either flying in the air or on the ground, the entire city is surrounded by the forces of Light Elves. In his eyes, however, is a vision of hope that the soldiers of the Dreamer will come to help them liberate the city and strike back against the invaders.

In his final moments, he was crushed to death by a boulder thrown into him by a Light Elven war machine.

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I was taken aback by the vision of what I saw and shed a tear as I try to process of what I have happened.

However, all I know is that I have come too late.

The Human City has been destroyed and her forces have fallen, with the Gem taken from their hands and into the clutches of the damned Light Elves. Remembering of this particular vision just causes me to angst over what had happened, and it has strengthened my resolve to kill all of the Light Elves.

Just then, a Dark Elf scout camp to me and gave an even more dreaded reporting; the Light Elves have invaded the Gem City of the Dark Elves and they even do so in a sacred, festive holiday.

Once again, another vision enters in my mind, but this one is a bit different.

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VISION 2 (A DYING CITY):

A chaotic and dreadful sight, all I could see is a blur of the colors red, orange and yellow, and all of what I can see is nothing but a blur. The screams of people can be heard, as they die crying in sorrow or fear. In a vision is what appears to be a theatre, where an act is being performed to the cheering masses. What would have been a spectacular show ended up with a bloody aftermath.

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Once again, I was taken aback of what I have saw. But rather than sorrow filling my heart, I felt strong negative emotions instead; hate, spite, anger. The emotions that are crying out for the blood of the Light Elves for the atrocities that they have done.

I sank my knees in the sandy ground in despair and hopelessness, as I watch the nearby city of the Dark Elves burning in the distance. A Dark Elf high ranking member went next to me that we can rebuild of what is lost, as if he is oblivious to the importance the Gems.

Because of this spontaneous message coming from the Dark Elf, I quickly stood up, look at him in the eyes in disbelief and punched him straight in his face. He quickly fell down while the other soldiers were surprised. I would punch him again in the face, because it feels good, and would do so again if I am going to get ballistic for the moment.

Now that I am in a more, slightly less emotional and stable mindset, I am thinking of what I am going to plan with those pesky Light Elves. We could rebuild what we have lost to the attacks and at the same time bolster our manpower, enough to strike back against the Light Elves and afterwards we can finally lay siege into those fucking elves as much as we want to.

I'll kill those Light Elves. I'll kill all those fucking Light Elves.

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The restoration process of the Dark Elf capital takes several months for it, and in addition have restored the theatre to its former glory. Now, we are going to take some time in studying on a peculiar set of ruins found in the coastal regions not far from the capital itself. A team of Dark Elf and Human archeologists are sent to the site to discover the secrets that are stored within the site.

I am also being asked to join in, to act as a guard and assistant to the researchers. One of the ruins is a rectangular building, made out of sandstone and is situated in a foliage of palm trees, making it stand out for a while. Tomfoolery is also unadvisable as the floor in one of the ruins has enough holes that can make unsuspected persons to fall in by accident.

So far, we have come up with theories, but never answers. Because of the age of the Gems, it is theorized that the ruins are linked to them, either directly or indirectly. An ancient civilization prior to the involvement of Man and Elves and could leave behind some clues or remnants of their past activities. This is only by scratching the surface, and we have to continue digging some more in order to look for more clues and answers.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Soldiers and Love, Medicina para Niños

The dream takes place in a modern world, but with some cyberpunk undertones. In a place where majestic cities with towering and well-designed skyscrapers rule the cityscape, the slums is filled with numerous poor people who are scrapping for their survival, and would be lucky to even get some decent medical care.

Starting within one of the slum houses just several feet away from a majestic city, I feel more of an outsider in here. Dressed in clean white and black outfit while I am staying in a place with plain and crude brick walls and tin roofs will make me stand out, even with the glances of the poor citizens in here. However, I am sent here because I am told to observe on the folks of the town, whatever that could mean. It would also mean that I have to observe of the behavior of the children, especially in how they are raised and behave in public.

Silently going inside in one of the houses, I find out that there is a birthday party being celebrated in here, where a mother of two is hosting it in the roof of her home. The guests, likely her neighbors and relatives, are present along with their children. Neon colored banners and party hats somewhat contrast their dirty, ragged clothes, but they are nonetheless happy.

I am really controlling myself to not joining in, because I still see myself as an outsider. Right now, the games have begun, and the children are participating in the activity, and it somehow ends with a lot of them playing rough. There are tags, playful wrestling and shoving at each other, while laughter fills in the air. I can’t help but smile as I look at them.

Until I saw an accident where a child’s wrist is completely snapped into another angle, completely fracturing the bone.

I was shocked and rush out of the house. I feel like I wanted to gag on how horrifying what I see, and I quickly begin to call for medical assistance.

But since this is the slums and I am all by my lonesome, what can I do?

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Walking around the city feels like a spectacular awe in every turn. With clean streets and pavement, dark green plants growing on pots and median strips with full leaves, tall well-designed and shiny buildings towering over people by several feet at its shortest, and the citizens walking around with varying designs of streetwear, the city life in here could be rich and engaging and can even be a nice vacation spot for the people living outside of the city limits.

I am particularly lost in this city, due to not being able to familiarize with its layout. I also notice that there are plenty of soldiers in here, donning their black and white domed helmets with their black and white armored uniforms and stationed near the entrances or patrolling the pavement. Having a feeling that one of them might know where the destination would be, I decided to talk to one of the soldiers, who is stationed in the door that leads to some sort of an apartment complex.

“Hey, uh…” I greeted the soldier, but I seem to be starting to get awkward. “Well… umm…”

The soldier seems to notice me stuttering and cocks his head. “Uh, yeah. What is it?”

I am speechless and standing in the spot, moving my hands as if I am trying to fan myself to keep me less nervous, nothing works. It is as if I am having an anxiety by just talking to a stranger!

This can’t be happening…

“Well… you know.” I said to the soldier, giving a sly smile at him while winking for a while.

Wait, did I try to seduce him??? Holy sh-

“Uh, okay?” The soldier says, somehow confused of what I am doing.

I am clearly embarrassing myself! I am really going to die or be mocked for this behavior! In hasty panic, I quickly leave the scene, leaving behind a confused soldier who had no idea how to process of what is going on in front of him.

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Now standing in the edge of the city and facing to the slums, I can’t help, but continue to think.

Well, seducing that soldier is going to be a case of Never Living It Down and I’m going to be even more embarrassed.

But even then, what am I going to do now? The kid’s wrist is literally broken, and I have no way of where to find a hospital or a clinic for it. And even then, do I have the money to pay for his treatment? Surely there could have been ways, but I seem to be running out of option of what to do to help him.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

The Dark Rain of Cyberpunk

A cold, uncaring and rusty city at dark night and bathe with cyan neon lights, I calmly walk through a pavement, wearing my thick black leather hooded jacket with blue neon lights in my body and head as the drizzle hits on my protective clothes. Passing by a couple of ogres decked in heavy and wet black armor taking a chat, I found myself in a spacious zone, where it is only just rectangular patches of dry dirt and cracked pavement.

Towering over the black metal and concrete buildings, towering over a thick, black walls that covers majority of the city, this lot used to be some sort of a park, with plenty of green vegetation and tries. Years of neglect turns this place into dirt, with the rest of the beautiful and elite stuff going upwards. Just as the metallic ceiling covers the rest of the undercity, its neon light shines down to the people of the undercity, and the lack of sunlight kills the rest of the plant life in this lot.

Why is there a rain, you ask? The undercity basically has its own climate.

Passing by a barrel with fire that is being as a source of heat by a couple of slummers, I would adjust on my hidden weaponry; weapons that are involved with a whip blade. With my thick boots and fit-in face mask, I walk through the puddle-filled sidewalks while I place my gloved in the handle of my whip blade, with my eyes looking back and forth in case of anything that wants a piece of me.

As I turn my direction to the left, I quickly dodge out of the way as I notice a large presence charging straight towards me. It is a mecha-bio beast, a four-limbed stocky creature with metallic sheets and bits that cover its limbs, body, tail and head, with the occasional exposure of light brown scaly body. With faint fiery golden eyes coming from its metallic components, it is a dangerous wild artificial beast that can kill even the most experienced of the warriors.

Keeping my distance while swinging my weapon around, I take several leaps and steps away from it whenever it tries to swipe and claw me with its sharp, metallic claws. Swinging my blade around, I activate its power to slice through metal and cutting through flesh, with splashes of blood spilled on the ground. Despite of this, the mecha-bio beast is tougher than it looks, and I know that I have to keep the fight longer in order for me to best against it.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Dorm of the Dreaded

Setting within a dormitory, I quietly walk into one of the rooms, which boasts a large number of occupants within a room, with fifteen or so occupants. Although the dormitory is enough to fit plenty of people, putting them in a single room is claustrophobic and difficult to breath with, not to mention it makes it very awkward to be in a place. I quietly sigh and try to find a space for me to rest in.

However, the horror of the dream just starts.

Switching between third person view and back to my point of view, the dream focuses on a bioweapon that transforms people into highly aggressive infected, scratching and biting uninfected people while blood is also running down from their eyes, nose and mouth in great quantities. Even worse, the bioweapon is spread around the dormitory via an airborne method, affecting almost everyone in it and transforming around fifty percent of the occupants into the aggressive infected. The result of this bioweapon is a bloodbath that kills plenty of the occupants of the dormitory, along with some parents and civilians that were unknowingly involved in this plot.

The dream focuses on several people, but the most prominent would be me, who is doing their best to survive using only stealth, and a scientist, who isolates himself in an office that is transformed into a makeshift laboratory but is also infected himself.

POV: DREAMER

Keeping my breath low, I huddle up in a room with several of the surviving tenants of the dormitory along with a mother, who was shellshocked to see her daughter either ripped to pieces or become infected. The infected are still roaming in the hallways of the second floor of the dormitory, and I still cannot forget the corpse-filled barricade in the first floor.

The worse thing about the infected is that they can open doors, and they are damn loud if they see an uninfected person because they will scream real loud that it will attract other infected. So, we have to sneak around from room to room, and lock them as fast as possible, since the infected will do nothing more but bang on the door repeatedly before idly walking around back in the hallways or another room.

Let’s just hope that everything is okay. I don’t want to be transformed into infected fodder and bloody guts on the floor.

POV: SCIENTIST

Guarded by a few of the remaining, live bodyguards who are armed with guns, a lone male scientist, donning a laboratory coat, is carrying a large plastic bag filled with body parts, organs and blood of the infected. Dragging them into a makeshift laboratory in the office of an unspecified floor of the dorm, he quickly opens the door and drag in quickly before closing the door.

Just as he is about to go back to his desk, he had an urge to vomit while blood trickle down from the side of his cheek. He turns his head to the plastic bag and vomited blood, with some coagulated chunks among the red fluid. The early stage of becoming an infected is on-set and he has little time left to find a cure or immunity before he completely transforms into an infected, in which case the bodyguards won’t mind putting a bullet in his brain.

Once he finished vomiting out blood, he wipes the blood away with his sleeve and continues to drag them away into one of the operating desks, so that he can begin extracting some raw material from the pile, and in which he can get some genetic material from the organic tissues that he harvested. Hoping that he can find a cure or at least something to repel the infected, he quickly went back to his seat to begin with his work.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Infusion of False Memories

I woke up in my bed for a beautiful sunny solar eclipse, where it is time for me to have some time to breath fresh air before I would continue with my mission.

Going outside to take a breather, I just notice that there is a deep shadow of where I live. Guess that the solar eclipse already started within the minutes already, though I can still feel the warmth of the sun of it. After a few paces of walking around the front and backyard of my own home, I quickly went back inside to change in my clothes and head back outside for the mission.

A drag queen named Chicky Glamorous was murdered in the town, her body found with a fatal blunt trauma in the head. In reality, however, my clients were the one who killed her, and it is my job to implant fake memories in an unsuspected civilian in order to produce a scapegoat, and thus my clients can evade justice. Since I am one of the very few people in this planet to possess the ability to mix, implant and remove memories, it is my job to do this unethical practice and I have to make sure to avoid as much contradictions as possible.

Approaching through a busy crowd of civilians in a fair day, I am looking for any scapegoats that I can look for. My eyes dart around for potential targets; a Japanese horror manga author, an African American woman in classy clothes, a late teenage girl walking in a hurry…

…my eyes focus on one particular target for this scapegoat mission: a Caucasian man in golden suit. Seeing that this man is going to be the scapegoat that I need, I quietly move next to him and let my ability to start working up, directing my hand at the back of his head.

Memories flash before my eyes. The scene of people watching over the dead body of Chicky Glamorous, an abstract thought of murder, and the scene of hasty running. These fake memories are flowing from my hand into the man’s mind, taking up space while at the same time making sure that they are slip in without any notice. Once the false memory implant is complete, I quickly slink back to the ground, invisible to unobserving eyes.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

A Giant Worm!

(This dream is taken in an overhead view, where each floor’s interior design is seen.)

Running as fast as my legs can carry, I am chasing against the flow of time while the rest of the building starts to shake a little. Armed men and women are racing against in different rooms of the building, while I continue to climb the flight of stairs as soon as I have reached the auditorium, which is thankfully emptied out of civilians as the battle rages on.

Readying on my combat tricks in my sleeves, I slowly walk around the red carpeted floor of the auditorium, waiting for my target to arrive. The armed forces are going to cover the lower floors, but they are also willing to assist me in this floor. Using the telltale rumbling of the building as sign, I calmly and quietly waited for the target to burst into the scene for a chance to strike.

After a few moments, the floor begins to shake, and I ready out my chained weapon in hand as a large hole bursts through the floor and a massive black shape erupts from it. It’s a giant worm!

The creature is around 5 meters thick and several miles longer. Its body is covered in a black shiny carapace, protecting it from majority of attacks such as piercing projectiles and weaponry, with small spikes in each segment along with faint yellow glow in some of the segments, while look like an eye. The body also contains short insectoid limbs that it uses for locomotion and are sharp enough that a person unknowingly standing near to its entry point can get stabbed by those limbs.

For a gigantic worm, it is also fast and highly mobile, using its limbs to climb around the building. Taking turns to dodge debris and its limbs, I fling around my chained dagger, charged with magic to even cut through its carapace, in an effort to wound the creature. Glowing yellow blood is spilled whenever I have damaged the creature, but it also has a rejuvenate factors that nullifies those wounds, healing any lacerations before I could even deal some real damage to it. The constant motion of the gigantic worm is enough that some of the floor of the auditorium begins to collapse, and I have to quickly move out of the way and out of the floor.

The giant worm also unleashes its brood whenever it feels attacked. A combination of an arachnid made of black material, it is one meter tall, possess four sharp limbs, a mess of tentacles on the underside and has an inky black fluid covering its body. Despite of being threats, the armed forces are able to deal with them quickly, while I focus on my goal to kill this gigantic tacky son of a bitch.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Desert Realm Fauna

A relatively relaxing dream, it takes place within an alien planet where it predominantly features a desert region with some sand, rocky arches, and hidden growths of vegetation. This is not, however, with me appearing all of a sudden.

Passing out of the door of a travel, I found myself in a small patch of the land within a large desert, where much of the ground is covered in a carpet of sand and brown rock pillars and arches would stick out in the landscape. Covered by a relatively short rock, this patch of land is home to thick vegetation, with large, thick-leaved shrubs, short palm trees that grow in areas where the sand meets the fertile soil, tall evergreen trees, flowers of different shapes, descriptions and colors and lichen, moss and short grass growing in the place. I also noticed that there is a small outhouse, its greenish blue paintjob stands out of the rest of the vegetation of this patch of fertile land.

Walking down a narrow path of dirt, I take a couple of fresh breaths in this place. The air is clean and moist, rather than dry and hot, so it makes me think that this patch of fertile ground has its own climate, which could explain its fertility. Regardless, there are also some interesting faunae that lives here, mostly in the form of plant-based faunae that grows among the desert regions.

Grabbing my scanner, I come across a creature that looks like a cyan cactus with large, floppy arms resting idly in the ground. Their overall heigh is uncertain, because one specimen is resting idly on the ground, looking as if they are large blobs sleeping lazily on the soil. Aside from their cyan coloration (an unusual color for cacti), they possess a body of yellow sharp spikes, along with a small flower crown-like projection of spikes on its head. I also believe that they have eyes, but they resemble like black slits.

They have a name, based on the scanner, but it has been lost in my memory. I’d call them Cactaphylles, and I find them to be adorable.

Moving on the other parts of this desert, a several dozens of feet is a series of half-buried modern buildings, structures whose exteriors turn light sandy brown by the environment. It also starkly contrasts with the natural landscape, and it does raise some questions. Possibly due to their age, they are also destructible, as I accidentally use a powered charge that produces a hole in the side of a building that sends the rest of it to rubble. Fortunately, it was empty because I discovered that there were also creatures living in the ruins.

Large, humanoids with tan fur coloration, with visual design bearing a resemblance to fennec foxes. They stand around two meters in height and have large sharp stiff ears and large tails, with a thin-framed body along with black large eyes and a small snout. They are also curious creatures, as my arrival causes them to have interest to me, possibly in never seeing a human before. They are also not the talkative ones, however.

I have encountered these creatures huddling up in a kitchen of one of the buildings, one of which has electricity running into it. In the light of a single light bulb, they are sitting and huddling together on a circular rug next to a sink and a disused refrigerator. The sight of them surprises me, as I haven’t seen native humanoids living in these parts. The large humanoids take a few times to look at me before retreating back to their huddling spot. Guess they don’t like to take on the heat of the desert.

Once I have gently closed the door, I quickly move on to other parts of this particular region, to find more of the history regarding of the site.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

No War Regrets

The Empire’s attack has been foiled once again.

The city sustained a heavy damage for sure. Many of the city’s historically rich buildings and homes are burned in flames and many soldiers, friends and families, were gone in the battle. But we have won the fight, and even then, there is heartbreak that extend beyond our fellow men.

Walking in the pavement road, I came across a body of a familiar looking young man, lying on the ground with bloody wounds in his body and a blood streak running down from the side of his mouth. Having known this man, his name is Caspar, a student of Garreg Mach Monastery and one of my personal friends. What used to be a lively youth became a face of the enemy crowd and now he lies in the ground, his lifeless cloudy eyes half-close to stare on the sky above.

I kneel down next to him, gently nudging the side of his face as if trying to wake him up, or at least thinking that he is unconscious. Alas, he is truly dead and I could barely hold on my guilt of his demise, as I strongly remembered the various soldiers who teared him apart, and his final moments is to die in agony in foreign soil.

I gently cradle his body for a short while, feeling his cold armor on my chest, before I slowly lay it down to rest and close his eyes and mouth to give him a peaceful expression in his death.

Dorothea is also rumored to be in the battle as well, with the snipers telling at she was stationed in one of the churches next to the gate. When we have claimed our victory, she was nowhere to be found and I cannot confirm if whether or not she is actually dead at this point. This leaves only with Hubert and Edelgard, the only living former students who participate in this battle.

I reach to the gate with my entourage of soldiers by my side, just meeting up with a mildly injured Edelgard and Hubert as they are preparing to leave. Anger fills my vision and I loudly call to the two participants of the war.

“You… Edelgard, how dare you? Why did you sacrifice your own people for your goal? Why do you even throw away their lives like that?”

Edelgard turns to face me and rebukes of my calling. “Why take a step back when the shadow tyrant rules over us? My goal is to free everyone from their chains, and I have no regrets to do so. I am willing to do everything to make it work, even if it means sacrificing our friends and families…”

I am disgusted.

“If you wish to step down, then get out of my way. May this be a warning to all of you, my dear enemies.”

Afterwards, Edelgard and Hubert quickly left the city and I stood in the gate in silence.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

A Sudden Kiss

For this entire dream, I am blindfolded, so I can only feel with my hands. However, I can hear music in my ears, and it is a mix of EDM and pop, with a dash of electro swing.

If I could imagine what it is, it seems that I am in a choreography part of a Korean boy band’s music video. Everyone would be dressed in black and white, where there are also female dancers wearing simple black dresses. Everyone is also blindfolded in black fabric, just to be fair.

Of course, it seems to be only in brief flashes.

Everyone is performing a ballroom dance between two people, so I can feel myself having a part in my hands and shoulders. What is strange for me, however, is that one of the band members is my partner, and I am to assume the moves of the female partner. His arms are also close to me, as if in a tender embrace in a way similar to the ballroom dance.

My partner and I would twirl around in the white room, along with others where we would twirl and move around, but never in switching partners. I have some difficulty in performing the steps, especially since this dance simply appears out of nowhere. I did attempt to follow them by some of the basic steps, and in following to the music’s beat and tempo so that I can catch up.

So, after a minute or two, our steps are slowly begin to slow down, and I can feel it coming to a close. Then I can sense him leaning towards me…

…and planted a kiss in my lips.

I was surprised, but also smiled. I got kissed by a man, and I liked it.

[the-dreamer-traveller]

Mode: Investigation

In which 2B and 9S are sent to investigate a small settlement of androids in a slum-like desert town in the middle of nowhere.

Taking a third person view for the dream, the dream chronicles of 2B and 9S entering on a desert town in an unknown, hot region. The town, unlike of what could be expected from an advance group of androids, is surrounded by sandy brick walls, with some of it being blown off in the distant past. There are plenty of houses being built within its walls, which are usually one or two storied buildings made of sand bricks, with simple rectangular holes for its windows. There are plenty of desert-tolerant palms trees planted near to the houses, along with some inky black puddles on the floor that seems to be treated more of a water puddle. The androids living here wear clothes that are body-concealing, with long skirts and sleeves along with turbans, veils and head coverings, threading on the dusty road.

The entire atmosphere of this town resembles to a more human-like town rather than a sleek, clean and white architecture that the YoRHa androids are famous with.

Briefly integrating themselves to a large group of migrating citizens before they break off to find their target, 2B and 9S slowly begin with their mission to locate their target. Despite of the town being small, they have to scurry in each and every part of the town in search of the target, as some of them boast some buildings and areas that are far more well-hidden to the public eye. 2B and 9S walking in a faster pace, sometimes blending in groups of civilians, in search of the target, from the normal streets to some of the buildings.

In one of their attempts, they enter to a rectangular building made of steel, which is implied to be some sort of a cafeteria. This is being treated as such by the town’s androids, where they would eat and have a chat in a table with each other. Because of this, this is the place where 2B and 9S believe would be the best place to start searching for their target and so begin their search. No one bothers to talk with them, but then they quickly change their course and silently and quickly went to the other side of the building by a door in the side, eventually finding themselves to be near a metallic staircase.

According to their intel, their target lives alone and in a strange building. The cafeteria, which fits the description in comparison with the rest of the town, fits this well and the androids are confident that this building would be the location of their target. Since the target is a civilian, they slowly approach to the door upstairs and wait by the sides.

With 9S leading the way, they slowly open the door…