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Pen name: Delila H. Smith (the H is silent). Thirtysomething trans lesbian, snugglemuffin, girlthing. Devil but in like a catgirl sort of way, perennial emotional wreck, too gay for this. Minors, please don't follow.


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I remember two dreams last night.

First, there was this base-building/survival video game. You started out at this already-complete vaguely SCP-esque facility, where they had like elves and stuff. At one point they tried to free a guy, but an unexpected blizzard appeared, and he just stood there staring instead of running to safety and it erased him from existence. This was still in the intro-sequence; it ended with some huge resonance-cascade catastrophe which destroyed everything, and that was your starting point to rebuild.

I woke up due to the cold, and when I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was trying to build these killer robots in a game engine. I think it was the Source Engine, and I was creating a custom NPC, trying to set it up so that it would aggro you if you pissed it off, set others of the same type to spawn, and so forth.

Then I was in the midst of the plot of whatever game I was supposedly making; I was a low level employee (still like Gordon Freeman, I guess), and they were trying to get me into a "hazard suit" which consisted of chainmail with a couple of extra plates, and which dreaming-me supposed must have used magic or force fields or something. Mine was unique for some reason, like it was a prototype or something, and it was silver instead of gold/bronze/copper-colored like all the others. The still-unspecified plot was revealed to be the work of Yachie Kicchou, who was using her make-the-other-person-lose ability to manipulate ... something, it wasn't clear, but it was the cause of everything (the resonance cascade from the previous dream?).


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