{ THE CORRIDOR OF DREAMS }

[Sexy Cocaine]

10/10

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[medigel]

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EVENT 11: You drink a drink that tastes a little grapey. You dream a dream where your power is compromised, and you must sacrifice someone for the sake of everyone else. You pick (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has).

4/10

In the end, she knew it would have come to this. The power was gone, hunters were being slaughtered, and the only way to get the experiment to shut off was to bomb it. Someone would have to be in charge of the only bomb they had left--the one weapon they knew could blow it to smithereens without chance of regeneration. The other one they had made had been flung away thanks to an ill-timed throw and an unexpected emergence of telekinesis.

She could hear Gale arguing with the rest of camp about how there had to be another way just before she slipped off. There wasn't another way, and there wouldn't be much time to argue about it. She had yet to find her niche on the team--being a savior didn't sound so bad.

And maybe she wouldn't have to live with the guilt in the afterlife either.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.
 

[Miliardo Kason]

Sammy grabbed another bottle her eyes locking onto someone across the table who kept appearing in her dreams taking the swig she dazed out again.

Siddie was standing there, her outfit was insane, not even tasteful like some over done getup to strike fear into someone by silhouette. Still she was laughing at her a bloody blade in hand, Sammy cut through in multiple spots. She could barely make out what Siddie was saying, suddenly Stormy marched over, the side kick, the little minion.

Crouching down she poked Sammy a few times rambling about something, "I'm sorry." was the last thing she said as Sammy spat blood at her, "Jack off you piece of s-" the knife found her skull and she was awake again looking at Stormy with narrow burning eyes.

Drank 7  

[medigel]

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EVENT 2: You drink a drink that tastes a little bittersweet. You dream a dream where you are defeated by your archnemesis, who happens to also be your best friend/lover/etc. Your arch-nemesis also has a sidekick, who is (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You have to witness a few potentially cheesy lines from your archnemesis and sidekick (that says whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has) and you say a few words yourself before you are slain and wake up.

5/10

Badass and The Lotus had defeated her so resoundly that Stormwind just gave up. After countless encounters and a few levelled cities, she was done. Her power source was crushed and her lungs were full of smoke, so even if the prickly staff of Badass's infamous weaponstock hadn't been pressing to her chest, she couldn't have gotten up. Every cough caused her to wince and feel her skin break just a little more against the metal tip.

"Why are we still here?" The Lotus asked boredly as she puffed out the ghostly flames from her hand.

"'Cause I like watching bitches cry," Badass replied, flipping the coontail of hair from his eyes with a leer. "Go on. Cry, you stupid b***h, jeez, I ain't got all day."

And she did. God, she did, not because she didn't want to die, but because all she felt now was an immense sorrow for them both. It was a strong but brief moment of pure emotion before the staff broke past her rib cage.
 

[Miliardo Kason]

Fingers wrapped around another bottle her stare still bitter towards Stormy, when she drank the dream was deeper this time, almost like falling down a hole. Spinning tumbling and twirling about, when she finally regained her senses she was standing there, staring at a girl on a mushroom, familiar yet different, the girl ran up to her suddenly.

Small arms wrapped around her waist and Sammy could only mummbled in confusion, "W-wait I know you, you're from-"

"You can do it!"

Suddenly she was gone again, instead of reaching for the girl who was before her she was instead reaching for a door handle, "What the Jack..." What she found on the other side would be even more confounding.

Drank 8 - Exit drink  

[medigel]

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EVENT 1: You drink a drink that tastes a little sweet-sour. You immediately drift off and dream a dream where you are a hero rescuing a princess (the person who posts above you, if nobody posts above you, you can just choose a friend of your character's). The princess says whatever garbled dialogue the person who posted above you did. If they didn't say anything, the princess simply continues to shout "save me" dramatically. You must woo the princess out of a burning tower and then escape (or something like that).

6/10

"It is not terribly personal, but--"

"I know, I'm coming!" Stormy assured her quickly as she struck out at the dragon. It was a particularly hardy species with scales that were hard to pierce, but over the course of the battle she had been hitting one spot behind its arm over and over--and finally it paid off. With a sound almost like shattered glass, her greatsword broke through the scales and sank greedily into its body, the magic embued within its steel quickly killing the beast.

"There we go!"

Stormy turned to her with a somewhat bloodied smile, chipper as always in spite ofher exhaustion. "Ready to go?"

The princess regarded the dragon's corpse. "Do you have any last message you would like to impart?" she asked her.

To the newly slain? Stormy grew quiet, then bent her head. "You were only guarding what you thought was yours. I hope your next life is less violent."

 

[medigel]

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EVENT 8: You drink a drink that tastes a little mellow. You dream a dream where you are getting married. As you walk up to the altar you realize the bride/groom isn't who you were expecting but instead, (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.

8/10

It was a private ceremony: such was the life of hunters. Their first wedding had to get cancelled because of course a major disaster had been ready to destroy the world again, but Stormy was sure this time couldn't go wrong.

Except it still wasn't Gale at the altar, but yet another girl. She blinked owlishly as the pink-haired figure turned a half-lidded gaze on her. Oh boy.

"I wish there was still music in the world," Amarus said idly as they exchanged rings, Stormy too confused to stop the proceedings and the priest too impatient to let her ask.

"Oh, um . . . We can always make more of it," she offered quietly, stepping back before the ceremony could go any further. "It doesn't have to be as a married couple. Promise."
 

[medigel]

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EVENT 7: You drink a drink that tastes a little sharp and acidic. You dream a dream where you live in a post-apocalyptic world where all your friends have died. Your only companion is a talking minipet named (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). They mostly say insane things such as (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). You deal with a solitary life alone.

8/10

In a world where everyone she knew had died, it was a cruel irony that the ony thing left to her was a creature who acted and sounded just like him: a failed experiment to create a clone for their pockets of rebels had instead fostered mindless, babbling things that mimicked in pales ways the dead, unable to even be used in battle.

"It'll be okay," the Gale-hatchling said quietly, and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying as he brushed a wing against her cheek. "The sun is not falling today so get your number and Kentucky waits for us. Remember that."

"Y-Yeah." She had to indulge it. If she didn't, the minipet would grow too quiet, and she couldn't handle the silence anymore.
 

[medigel]

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EVENT 3: You drink a drink that tastes a little bitter-sour. You dream a dream where you have become the ultimate evil, and by choice. You have obtained great power, at a price. You witness prisoners captured, especially (the character of the person who posted above you. If there isn't one just pick a friend of your character). You say something to them and they respond with (whatever garbled dialogue the post above you has). A choice is made.

9/10

They had caught the mongrel attempting to get away with stealing from the foodstores in the castle. Stormy sighed and rubbed at her temple to ward off a headache--there were more important things to do than deal with petty thieves. It didn't help that he seemed far too chipper, given how severe the punishment could become. One good glare seemed enough to make him more appropriately nervous, though no less idiotic.

"H-hey, it's nice to see you here at uh . . ."

"Twenty lashes," Stormy said in a bored tone. "Thirty if he makes too much noise. But I will allow you to eat what you have stolen first, as a reward for your cunning."

The creature looked confused.

"Go on." She motioned him to start. "Eat it all, right now. Then we will deal with you." And when it didn't make a move, several guards restrained him, forced his mouth open, and began to shove the pieces of raw meat down his throat.

xxFace your demons

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