Ardata: Enjoy a game on the loungeplank ===>
You have been feeling lazy and full of pitch hate for your adorably obnoxious kismesis. So you spent the last few nights editing some makeup tutorials you experimented with, one of which was on a half-willing Zebede. And tonight you figured it was a decent night to try out Brightest Oubliette, you’ve read some reviews online and it seemed like an interesting sort of strategy game. Zebede’s hive is so warm and you’re snuggled into one of his old hoodies like a dress, it’s only about an hour before you find yourself drifting to sleep.
You’re on Derse again. But this time you feel less confused, you’re getting a handle on this weird dream crap. You notice you’re still on one of the many raises pathways you were on last dream you had. The city is quiet and the black carapaced citizens are nowhere near you. You wander around a bit, and find a discarded newspaper, it’s got an unflattering picture of you on the cover with the headline: “Witch Wakes Up!?” How rude, you’re no witch! You start hearing the whispers again, and this time, for the first time, you look up into the inky sky...
Writhing tentacles, gibbering maws, unblinking eyes. You’re too stunned to think. And the whispers grow louder, seeming to respond to your attention. Before you wake up you’re psychicly bombarded with a single word: “WITCH.”
You startle yourself awake, sitting up on the longueplank, covered in cold sweat. You shuffle to the nutrientblock where Zebede is enjoying a glass of his most recent kompot. You bury your face in his neck and stand there, confused and shaken.
