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That was disturbing.
18 Jun 2008 10:34Spent all night having a dream about this huge, demonic-looking, cybernetic dragon (seriously, thing looked like it was part anime-esque space battleship or something. Smooth, sleek, black scales on its head and dark crimson from the neck down, a slender tail that consisted of about 85% of its overall length.....GOD it looked awesome. Think it called itself "Hexaet" or something...) that was pretty much conquering the world. Those that swore loyalty to him were made his slaves. All else was laid to waste, turned into some sort of crystal.
...Then the dream went from awesome to stupid. Got stuck dealing with one of the dragon's subordinates that had been left in charge of keeping an eye on Earth. What he lacked in comparative size, he made up for in ugliness, ego, and poor name choices. Seriously....."SlimeBallBot"? What the hell, brain? Being forced to sing an anthem that constantly repeated "Hail SlimeBallBot" certainly didn't make it any less idiotic...
But yeah, then a couple of my comrades in the dream (who, for some inexplicable reason, consisted of Otto and Tuddrussel from Cartoon Network's "Time Squad" and a few kids from the Earthbound series) and I (as Wilren rather than my actual self...generally not a sign of a peaceful dream) return to our base of operations (what kind of operations I dunno), apparently unaware of all the destruction going on. As soon as we walk in, we notice this robot that looks like he was built out of garbage standing there, whom I immediately realize to be one of SBB's lieutenants with a history of switching sides. Otto yells "Trashman! Look guys, he came back! He missed us!"
The busting down of doors all around us, the swarm of laser-turret robots (imagine the turrets from Portal made out of complete junk. You're on the right track then), and the roof getting torn off by SBB himself made it quite apparent than Otto was wrong. We promptly got the hell out of there.
Running right into Hexaet. Or an avatar thereof anyway....this particular one had the exact same look, except only 20 feet in length rather than 1/4 of the Earth's diameter.
Everyone else is scared stiff, seeing the wreckage of our base behind us and the crystallization of the rest of civilization behind the dragon. Me? I'm getting a bit pissed over the situation, reaching for Kotetsu (a black o-katana I designed for Wilren) and preparing to strike.
...Lousy time to wake up. :[
...Then the dream went from awesome to stupid. Got stuck dealing with one of the dragon's subordinates that had been left in charge of keeping an eye on Earth. What he lacked in comparative size, he made up for in ugliness, ego, and poor name choices. Seriously....."SlimeBallBot"? What the hell, brain? Being forced to sing an anthem that constantly repeated "Hail SlimeBallBot" certainly didn't make it any less idiotic...
But yeah, then a couple of my comrades in the dream (who, for some inexplicable reason, consisted of Otto and Tuddrussel from Cartoon Network's "Time Squad" and a few kids from the Earthbound series) and I (as Wilren rather than my actual self...generally not a sign of a peaceful dream) return to our base of operations (what kind of operations I dunno), apparently unaware of all the destruction going on. As soon as we walk in, we notice this robot that looks like he was built out of garbage standing there, whom I immediately realize to be one of SBB's lieutenants with a history of switching sides. Otto yells "Trashman! Look guys, he came back! He missed us!"
The busting down of doors all around us, the swarm of laser-turret robots (imagine the turrets from Portal made out of complete junk. You're on the right track then), and the roof getting torn off by SBB himself made it quite apparent than Otto was wrong. We promptly got the hell out of there.
Running right into Hexaet. Or an avatar thereof anyway....this particular one had the exact same look, except only 20 feet in length rather than 1/4 of the Earth's diameter.
Everyone else is scared stiff, seeing the wreckage of our base behind us and the crystallization of the rest of civilization behind the dragon. Me? I'm getting a bit pissed over the situation, reaching for Kotetsu (a black o-katana I designed for Wilren) and preparing to strike.
...Lousy time to wake up. :[
