So now it's not enough that we beat the NPCs, now we have to steal their clothes as well? Isn't this basically mugging them?
Suddenly the aim of the Pokémon games is apparent. It isn't to catch them all, or to be the best trainer, or to learn about the values of friendship with strange monsters that can breathe fire and whatnot.
It's to beat up other people for their hats and jackets.
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24 I had an odd dream last night!
Originally Posted by Finch.
I typed this out on a cellphone this morning in a hot mess, so excuse the weird typos, please >>
It's a dark, gray day. Everything with color in my house has a grayish tint. Something feels dreary, and there's a faint dread stirring in my chest. I walk out of the room where I watch TV at night (I must've fallen asleep), and go to our central room, where we sit and talk. I walk in, and see some kids my age sitting on the couches, and one or two on the floor.
I recognize them all from a camp I attended this summer. Something is off. Horribly off. It's around ten am, and small trails of light are still bleeding through the creases in the window blinds. Despite this, there's a heavy darkness. It's cold, too. Like it's autumn.
My dream changes. Something in my mind says, 'day three.' it's like there's a camera panning away from our house, moving past our shed, moving past our fence, into the forest, and then, past the forest, in a clearing, I see a small, paved road. It leads up to a hill. All the trees around are deep oranges and browns, and the grass is a sickly yellow. On top of the hill, is a small trailer home.*
Inside, there's a husband and wife, and what looks like the husband's father, all sitting around a disgusting looking turkey, with some pungent potatoes and dim lighting. It's thanksgiving. The husband and father have just gotten in, it seems. They're talking about what's happened just now. There's a deep dread running through everyone present. Then the woman, out of nowhere, yells, "lock the doors, lock the doors!" and then, a man clothed in black with a mask on kicks the door in, comes in with a gun, and shoots the grandfather. I hear yelling, and screaming, and the couple yelling out the old man's name. Somehow, the man has left already. A family walks to the trailer home with some gravy, and some other sides. It seems they were coming for thanksgiving too. A man walks in, smiling, calling out something, when he sees the corpse. He yells out in shock, and then runs out to his car, where his car radio is (like truckers have).*
Something says, 'day five' within me, and I'm back in my body. This house I awoke in is different from my house. Our bathroom has two showers in it *now, and is at least twice as big. Everyone seems to stay inside the room where I woke up that first morning for some reason, Which is fine, I guess. The TV doesn't work, but we have running water. We're on lockdown, I realize. I have a memory of, on day four, receiving a threat via a small walkie talkie, or phone. A man told us we aren't leaving the house. There's a woman with us, around 23. She has started taking care of us. She was the one who received the message, and she yelled and cursed at that walkie talkie, demanding that she could know where our parents were, or why we were here, but then the small device clicked off. It's been useless ever since.
We also were told that we are being watched, and that anyone who was to leave would be shot and killed. We're all terrified to go, so we stay inside, worrying about what's going to happen to us.
Days 'six' through 'seven' blur together. It's day 'eight.' I take a shower in the expanded bathroom, and I notice behindthe changing rack, there's an extensive collection of nail polish and lip stick. I know that this place isn't my home; it's some kind of strange replica. This house must belong to someone else-*
I hear a voice in my mind, which is feminine, by also kind of campy. It insults my looks for a while, and then disappears.*
It's day 'nine.'. Tension is strong. Everyone seems to dread the next day, for some reason. We're all sitting in the main room, in the dark, thinking about our fates. Some of the girls there are crying. I go to the room where I woke up, and think for a little bit.
Then, I receive a vision.
It's of a commercial. There are all these people that look like prettier versions of us. We're all arguing, and one of the girls asks, in a hush, 'will we ever get out of here?' It says, 'stay tuned for day two!'
I see another, of the husband and wife screaming. 'stay tuned for day three!'
I see our gaurdian (covered in makeup, with a figure completely different from her own) yelling at the walkie talkie, begging it to release us. 'stay tuned for day four!'
These days continue on, showing the primary conflict of each day, until we pass our day. I see something horrid. It's a man with a long, rusted stake, with a black mask on, walking towards our house. I hear brief flashes of screaming, running, and then, 'stay tuned for day ten!'
I see immediately what is happening. We're on some kind of sick reality show, and tomorrow, we will all die, like that old man did.
I run out to he living room, where everyone is siting. I yell out that we need to go, in near hysteria, and the young lady tries to quiet me down. No, no! We NEED TO GO!!!
We all decide that we need to go hide. ANYTHING is better than being bludgeoned to death in front on your friends!*
We walk out, into a cold, freezing world. The entire yard in front of us is surrounded by camera men, and a few soldiers. I have no idea what's happening. We make a run for it, but, Marissa! Caitlin! we left two people behind! I call their names out, and they run out too, and suddenly, everything turns to chaos. All the soldiers are trying to grap us, to cath us, to force us into the house again, but we won't go! We bite them, we scream, we curse, and the woman throws a lamp from inside at a man, disarming him. The yards slopes downward, so we bound down the hill, pursued by the soldiers. Were all screaming, in hysterics, begging for our lives. We're at the end of the lawn now, and there's a wire fence. We have to climb it, somehow. It's barbed, and we cut out faces and wear our hands raw, but I make it over, and another, and another- someone falls, and I hear a scream, and a sickening crack. A girl, she broke her neck. Her hair is all tangled up in the barbed wire, but her body is slumped on the ground. A few of the girls scream, and one starts sobbing, but-
But we hear gunshots, and there's no time! We run into the woods, into the brush, panting, weeping, trying*to stay quiet. The men climb over, and try to pursue us. We go deeper into the forest, hoping to never been seen again.
We all hide in a burrow, all...six of us. I don't know what happened to the woman we were with. She was probably killed. Most of us are crying, but I'm numb. We all sit together in the small space, cold and hungry, waiting for a rescue that will never come. Slowly, everything fades to black.