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pwny:
i’m in a group of people that is training for some specialized game/contest. the group is very large (everyone that will be competing in the constest) but within that group, there are smaller teams that will be working together to win when the contest gets started.

i’m training with my team. this is very video game like. the room has many levels of which i can seemingly fly between each. our weapons are balls and i have one softball, which seemingly is better because it’s bigger. we basically go around pegging opposition teams.

eventually we learn the details of the contest. it’s a race to find some water which has some magical properties??? this water could be stored in any type of container, and i don’t recall any hints about where it is to be found, but i am not concerned. we are also upgrading from balls to guns and i get the sense that this is now a battle to the death.

the teams start running. my team strategically chooses to take cover immediately as the start will be the most hectic as all the teams are in close proximity. gunfire goes on for awhile. when it seems to settle down, we start off. there are lots of dead bodies at the start line.

we make progress without seeing many people. the ones we do see are fighting amongst themselves so we pass them by. we occasionally shoot one if we had deemed them to be quality competition (based on our training).

we eventually get to a church/clothing store. there are pews etc, but also tiered displays with racks of clothing.

i see a can of surge on one of the pews. i’m highly suspicious of it. i go to taste it to see if it is in fact surge. it is not. it certainly must be the magical water! All of a sudden a swat team floods the macys/Chappel. i hide the pop can in my pants. the other teams have arrived, but obviously are not shooting because of the swat team. oddly enough they don’t seem to care that we are all carrying fire arms. they start searching people. i’m very worried that they will find the surge can, or expose to the other teams that i have it (thus resulting in my doom). As i’m being inspected my teammates give me nervous looks. i somehow pass undetected and walk out of the building.

as i get about a block away, the building explodes. i run back to the hideout with more swat hot on my tail. i run to the room where our main organizer/leader normally is. he is not there. the swat team is in the house looking for me. i look through the desk to see what’s there. there are HUNDREDS of pictures of me and my team. Plans drawn out. it becomes apparent that i was the focus of the entire contest. the guns had been fakes, and the entire group had been in on it (including my team). it seems i was being set up as the fallguy for this explosion.

i submit to being arrested by the swat team, telling them that they will find all the evidence they need to prove my innocence in the room. the begin searching for the leader of the contest, but continue to hold me captive until everything is cleared up.

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alex:
i had some crazy shit last night with pirates, but i barely remember. there was an entire building in a pirate ship tho, like a resident skyscraper. i think maybe we were caught in the end of the battle. we were sitting in a cement stairwell which had an exit door at the bottom, which went to the building. but as the stairs came up to the surface, it was the wooden deck of the ship. physics need not apply. the pirates were crazy, though. there weren’t many — maybe 3. i killed all of them. we were just enjoying the air on the roof when the first pirate peeked on in and the troubles began. either that, or someone went out and screamed. i don’t remember. either way, i saw them from down there, a that was when i dealt with the pirate. he was weak. it was like fighting a twelve year old. did have weapons, though. as he was chasing something, i decked him, dragged him towards the edge, and kicked him off. then i went back to the stairwell, as if not much had happened.

some girl and i were just leaning on each other, looking up at the sky, but then the next guy was going to throw his sword down at us, and i was like fuck, cause there wasn’t really anywhere to go. but i jumped up and out, and he missed. the first guy had dropped a gun, so i picked it up, but the gun could only shoot once. it was like.. the kind you have to load yourself, and i guess he had it ready already, but i didn’t know how to load it. plus all the stuffz was probably on him and he was drowning right about now. i think if you tipped the gun forward, the bullet would’ve fallen out… is that how guns really were? i wonder. the second guy was not a pirate. he looked like he was in some legit colonial-age military. he wasn’t a pirate, but he was still going to kill. actually, the ball did fall out. i remember. and i grabbed it and mashed it back in there and shot the dude. he was all staggering and shit, and i threw his sword back at him, which sunk into his shoulder. and i don’t remember the rest. cause i didn’t throw him off, i don’t think, but did i really leave a corpse up there? i don’t know.

there was a whole dream… before i went upstairs in this building to discover the pirate oddness. there was something about losing some object repeatedly and being frustrated. i cant really remember, though.

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