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I am now officially addicted to Final Fantasy VII.
Thank you Kat. :)
My days are much less tedious, and the nights stretch on towards eternity.
Cloud has come to save me from the doldrums that is my life at present.
On a side note I keep having reoccuring dreams that are incredibly disturbing. Why this happens during what little sleep I get I'll never know.
The most recent of the two dreams woke me at four o'clock this morning. I know this because the red L.E.D. numbers on my clock bathed my room in a deep scarlet and umber.
For some reason I had the entirety of the theatre department in my apartment, however my home seemed to adjust easily to fit everyone inside. Guns started going off all around outside the windows and everyone pressed as close as the could to the floor to avoid getting hit.
A man who I didn't recognize crawled in through my bedroom window, threatening to kill everyone inside. I jumped at him wrestled the gun from his hand, turned on him, aimed, and shot him through the left eye. Coldly. Precisely. Not a speck of guilt afterwards.
The apartment got raided by the rest of the thugs outside and we were all herded towards this bonfire and forced into a circle where everybody could see everybody else. Our wrists were being bound together with soldered metel wires, I escaped full captivity by complaining that the girl who was binding my wrists has burned my hand and while she looked away, I undid all of her handiwork.
They took Jasmine off away from us. She smiled at me as she went. The girl who was watching me told me that it would be almost immediately that they would dispatch her, however Jasmines guitar playing accompanied by her warbling voice lasted a few moments longer before we could hear the gun go off. I woke up then, sick to my stomach. I need to get real sleep. It's starting to take its toll on me.
Thank you Kat. :)
My days are much less tedious, and the nights stretch on towards eternity.
Cloud has come to save me from the doldrums that is my life at present.
On a side note I keep having reoccuring dreams that are incredibly disturbing. Why this happens during what little sleep I get I'll never know.
The most recent of the two dreams woke me at four o'clock this morning. I know this because the red L.E.D. numbers on my clock bathed my room in a deep scarlet and umber.
For some reason I had the entirety of the theatre department in my apartment, however my home seemed to adjust easily to fit everyone inside. Guns started going off all around outside the windows and everyone pressed as close as the could to the floor to avoid getting hit.
A man who I didn't recognize crawled in through my bedroom window, threatening to kill everyone inside. I jumped at him wrestled the gun from his hand, turned on him, aimed, and shot him through the left eye. Coldly. Precisely. Not a speck of guilt afterwards.
The apartment got raided by the rest of the thugs outside and we were all herded towards this bonfire and forced into a circle where everybody could see everybody else. Our wrists were being bound together with soldered metel wires, I escaped full captivity by complaining that the girl who was binding my wrists has burned my hand and while she looked away, I undid all of her handiwork.
They took Jasmine off away from us. She smiled at me as she went. The girl who was watching me told me that it would be almost immediately that they would dispatch her, however Jasmines guitar playing accompanied by her warbling voice lasted a few moments longer before we could hear the gun go off. I woke up then, sick to my stomach. I need to get real sleep. It's starting to take its toll on me.