Hrm. Mildly disturbing but interesting nightmare that used my room's audio/the noise from my CPAP machine.
Can't remember the rest, but was an odd adventure of some kind, & I went to sleep again in the dream. Only to get assaulted as I lay in bed by paralysis, & a horrifying wind
It was dark, & I could only see partially through my black curtains, as this sensation of being trapped in this mental, & audible hurricane pinned my head & brain to the bed. I began to curse some Elder God while I fight the urge to get pinned while dark winds whirl all about.
I manage to fight the initial assault, though not easily, & get a bit of help figuring out the problem from someone else of why I'm being targeted by this horrifying wind that threatened my soul with its mental source.
I fall asleep again in the dream, & while.. Ah, a bit more.
I'm a boomer here on the inside.
Lawnmowers are for me to ride.
And I'll crack one out, & sip it up.
I am old like the 90s bros
My niche carved in my soul made of stone
And I will crack one out, & sip it up..
EMBRACED BY THE MONSTER, I SIP IT ALL NIGHT
ENCIRCLED BY MOWERS, I RIDE
WHAT HAVE I BECOME
Now that I've betrayed, every drink I've ever sipped & pushed them all away.
And I have been a slave to the monster in my hand,
Is there something for me to sip in the ruins of this land
I ever tell y'all about the time me, & Jason, had to stop @SuperNerdCate from summoning the wrong Elder God at her cousin's wedding?
So we just left Optimus' house with four gallons of sweet tea, & an old injun blanket. That's when I got a call from Cate, saying that she might need some help at her cousin's wedding if something terrible were to happen.
I immediately got worried.
"We don't have clothes."
"That's okay! It's just my cousin's wedding, she's having it at the Chick Fa Le!"
"So, uh, so what time is it."
"Oh about four hours from now."
"Can, we uh, bug you for a ride then, we're kinda-"
"Sure! I'll meet you there."
I'm pretty certain I didn't tell her where we were
I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, helped @MulattoWitCheeZ protect his weed dispensary from a host of boomers who were angry about the new ID policies?
So we just pulled into Detroit with most of a bushel of the King of Bud.
Which was good, because Jason was starting to weird me out a little.
After taking a few puffs, he kept mumbling, "I am nearly one with the yee force. Mike, you don't understand, I am nearly one with yee."
Still, we needed travelling money, & if the few puffs that Jason was taking caused him to enter another state of existence were indicative, this weed was worth a lot of money.
So after we got off the bus, we took a taxi to go find where Mulatto worked. An inner city weed shop.
I think it was August.
We had to get out of Canada for a little while, but the upside of this whole thing, was that we still had half a bushel of the King of Bud.
The downside was, we needed travelling money.
So we stole a cargo truck, & went to New York.
It being Jason's home state, selling weed was easier done than said. But it was a dog's age since he had the misfortune of being anywhere near New Jersey, let alone Manhattan or any part of the big apple.
So we called in a favor out of Turbo, to act as a guide, & smart muscle.
I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & @OptimusDeadpool took down a Where'd-His-Hair-Go while looking for moonshine down in the Ozarks?
Me & Jason were in best Carolina on unrelated business. Optimus gave us a call after we finished chucking the bodies into the Atlantic, & asked us for a favor.
I said, sure, as long as you drive, since I was just coming down from oxy at the time, & Jason don't drive.
He told us what he needed us for: his mom needed some mountain medicine, since she wasn't feeling too good, & they figured they should try a bit of moonshine infused with yellow dog to get her stomach to settle.
I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & @Misogynerd took down a Russian spy posing as a Mounty while touring a B.C. mountain weed grow op run out of a mom & pop store in the Rockies?
We were on a mission of sorts, helping reverse traffick a Thai lady boy (whose dad we owed a favor to), to try & get her back to her home country after being kidnapped by a triad mobster who called himself Shen Long.
Had to move her from Edmonton to Victoria.
It was a stressful passing through the mountains, & I was beat.
Jason offered to take first watch, & me & Ace went to sleep while he watched Lingling to make sure she was alright, & that nobody came after us to behead anybody with a machete. Had to have been around 3pm.
I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, & Fetus Berry of @NIPpodcast accidentally sunk a Mexican aircraft carrier while high on mescalin, searching for cactuses just across the border?
So there we were, trying to celebrate FB getting his driver's license out in New Mexico.
Me & Jason were in the back of FB's dune buggy that he made out of an old Yugo, & a diesel powered engine running on jet fuel, & held together with angel hair, & a strongly worded curse.
Driving around, fucked out of our minds, while FB took the dunes like they owed him money. It was a fun few hours.
We'd been running outta weed, & mescaline at this point. We're about to call it a day, when Jason remembers he knows what kind of cactus mescaline is made out of.
I ever tell ya'll about the time me and @GradedPointFive 's Jason did a fuck tonne of mushrooms, and then we accidentally stormed a Coldstone creamery while screaming MOLON LABE before escaping into the night with a bucket full of peanut butter cup icecream and a midget.
The whole problem started after we mistook Cold Stone Creamery for Coldstone ARMOURY, and then Jason started screaming, "IT'S TIME FOR THE END, BOYS, GIT OURSELVES PREPARED FOR OUR WACO."
So we storm the Cold Stone Creamery, and after screaming MOLON LABE for half an hour..
This wee dwarf lady, who was apparently the manager, started yelling at us that we needed to get out or she'd call the cops. Then I started yelling, "FUCK YOU, GNOMISH LADY, MOLON LABE" and then Jason grabbed her, and I grabbed a bucket of peanut cup ice cream before running out.
Playing as the last low level member of a tribe of end game players who've abandoned Conan exiles but left their base behind for me to fuck around with while the whole thing slowly crumbles around me, gives me that kino Wall-E feel.
I am the last, & I will protect it.
I was initially signed on to harvest iron at the claws. It is an iron rich location, & a fair way away from the base. I had to build my character with massive encumberance to make the trip economical.
I am the last, & I will protect it.
It was also a dangerous trip full of mammoths & wolves., so they gave me tools I had no means to upkeep on my own, & a weapon from the end game, that I also would have trouble maintaining on my own. But I strode on.
A dog's age ago, gaming journalism had exclusive access to the newest products.
Everything was going fine.
Money flowed, from advertiser to publisher to critics
Then the new media, homegrown YouTubers, began to muscle in, unknowingly, on their territory.
Wages began to decline.
These YouTubers, the citizen journalists of the gaming media, were expanding their popularity majorly, because of honest to semi honest reviewers. While also being able to demonstrate the products during their reviews thanks to self recorded video & media.
Something had to be done to counter this threat to gaming journalists everywhere.
A plan was hatched, base, as it was effective for a time. Fraternize with gaming developers to create rock stars, & create a new monopoly. Give these men & women awards for "correct" views.