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Sort of.
Geh. I know the shading probably looks all sorts of
weird. Like I said, I'm going to be playing for a week. Man, being a
busy dude and trying to learn a new skill do not easily coincide. Pain
in teh aes.
Dude I had this crazy dream the other night, it was
crazy. So, it started out like most of my good dreams: post-apocalyptic
scenario. Then, it went sort of during-apocalyptic. Ok, so here's the
deal: alien attack, they use weapons based on... I dunno, fungus? or
something. Some kind of plant life? Spores or something would land,
things would grow out of that and attack. The spores were on artificial
meteors that they were shooting at the earth. Just baseball-sized
things, but still, that's intense force when it hits the ground (no,
they didn't break up in the atmosphere, so it wasn't just a simple
natural material). And I was at a birthday party, maybe? Hm.
But the attack started, then fast-forward a week or so;
we're under constant but not overwhelming bombardment. We've had to go
guerilla to fight things. I'm with about a 40 person clan of folks,
we're crashing in houses here and there, fighting aliens, still having
the birthday party that I was at? I'm trying to protect a girl?
(obviously I'm a hero. but strangely enough, in this dream I don't get
shut down like in most other dreams. Thanks for not cock-blockin' me
this time, subconscious!) And the girl starts out as ann-pants,
except it isn't her, then she turns into this other girl I've been
thinking about. There's this encounter in a barn? I get my nose broken
and I get a really awful cut on my leg that gets infected (it's from a
broken bottle, or rather a bottle that I fall on during a struggle, the
cut gets infected afterwards. We have to fight other people to get
antibiotics, my clan doesn't want to, so it's me and Swarmee that fight
them, but Swarmee leaves the dream again after that (thanks, dude!)).
A week or two after I get better, the aliens send an
actual ship down. We see it land in the distance, but we don't have any
real encounters. It's just a few days of sheer panic before we see them
take off again... but nothing really happens on those days. We kill a
few deer and cook them over a big fire. The girl I'm protecting turns
into 13 from House(? wha..? even I was not expecting that. Also, is
"13" her pet name? I know it's a number, but I don't remember). We (me
and her) decide that I should get her pregnant to start replacing the
deadening human race (obviously a good idea to have to deal with
pregnant ladies during an invasion, but seriously dude, I haven't even
touched a boob in months and I was dreaming), so I'm like, YES. We wind
up back in the barn I got hurt in because my brain is lazy about
background information and I am totally DOING HER when of course there
are alien meteor.... wait, no, I got to do her. Thanks, brain. That was
pretty awesome, though I'm confused.
So we go back to the birthday party which is still
happening, since my brain is recycling, and there is a full on attack,
but it's not like the other attacks, it's like the big battle scene
toward the end of Children of Men because I guess my brain was like
pregnant chick!? All I know is I had a shot lined up on this dude and
then my dog kicked me I the face and I had to wake up and go pee.
I'd say I need a hobby, but I have too many and zero time left.
OH YEAH ABOUT THE CARTOON.
Yeah, regular updates will resume on Monday. This is
going to be big, mark it in your calendar. I just hope I can keep up
with my big plans, because I draw a little slower now. WISH ME LUCK!!
Swarmee Sez:
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Ok, so wicked my bad on the missing Wednesday update. I
got stuck in a Florida backwater what had no ethernet access. WTF is
that? Why do we even let that state VOTE?! Actually I'm pretty sure we
let them 'vote' in the same way we 'appreciate' little Billy's crayon
abomination by putting it on the fridge for everyone to see. That's
right Florida, we're just gonna put all these ballots in this filing
cabinet so we can look at them whenever we want! Hooray!
Also, I had some mall food court chicken that made
my bathroom experiences this week look like a California mudslide.
Whole neighborhoods have been desolated by my colon. Is this karmic
payback for letting you all down, or a primer on why people that name
their dish "general chicken" should be avoided at all costs? Either way
you know you're going too much when even Charmin chafes.
I shit you not (cuz I'm all out),
~{S}~
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