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Splat2 splatfest is live, Team Ketchup vs team Mayo. I've almost got Ketchup King with the Blood Bucket. I mean Slosher.

I had like 3 dreams in one big dream last night. Long ones, too. First, I was on a bus in what looked like the Australian outback. Just chilling out at first, then I decided to be a shithead and get out of the bus, then I realize "Oh shit this ain't my stop" and so I just walked until I reached civilization. I found two empty beer bottles and filled one up with sand. So now I've walked for like 2 minutes and I am now somehow in the fuckin hood. Like the hoodiest hood you can imagine. I see a UPS truck come to a stop right as some little girl runs at me with a block of wood, and so caved her skull in with the sand-bottle I had. Then I go up the truck and tell the UPS lady something like "Hey, I'm lost and scared and in the hood, can I maybe ride with you to get home?" so she says yeah and I tell her where I'm from. She doesn't know the town, but we end up driving to a few familiar dream locations I've seen before asking people if they know how to get to my town, then she's like "Shit, it's getting late, you can sleep at my house tonight and we can try again tomorrow" So now I'm hanging out in her kitchen and I'm boiling some fruit (for some reason). Then the pot starts shaking and I'm like "OH SHIT I NEED TO GET A FUCKING HAMMER" cause I just remembered that in a previous dream I got cursed by a Hawaiian witch so that every few months or so, every fruit in the house I'm in will come to life and try to kill me. And bugs will also pop out of the seeds if those aren't destroyed too. So I kill all the evil fruit and all the annoying bug seeds with a hammer that the UPS lady conveniently had lying around her kitchen. Then for some reason I'm watching Jerma stream something that looks like Kingdom Hearts mixed with Crash Bandicoot, and Etalyx is singing in the background, causing Jerma to laugh his ass off. Then I woke up.

>using any other healer than Ying wow, terrible taste

GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Last night I dreamt that I was at home relaxing. I had just gotten out of the shower and was walking around butt-naked, when I noticed this man in a red coat on the lawn. I opened a window and called out to him, I told him that he was on private property and that he had best leave now. Immediately he pulled out a device from under his coat that looked like a gun and pointed it straight fucking at me. I quickly ducked away from the window and moved into another room while this weird of feeling of dread filled my stomach, I can't really explain it, but if you've ever been in a situation where you think there is a genuine chance you might die, you'll know what I mean. So I sit tight for a few moments before I peek out of the window and I see the guy still outside with his rifle-looking item and he's walking around scanning the exterior of my house. I decide that enough is enough and scramble into my bedroom to grab my phone. I dial 112 (Which is my country's equivalent of 911) but I get an automated message saying that the emergency service phone number has recently been changed to 115 and the line I am currently on is now for postal service complaints. So I dial 115 instead and I get an automated message stating that a strange red-coated man has been reported in my neighborhood and if I am calling about that, there is nothing to worry about unless you've made contact with the man. The message then prompted me to "Press One" if I had made contact with the red-coated man. So I press one and I get put on hold to very stereotypical and cheesy waiting music. At this point I decide to take my fucking chances and I grab a blanket and run out of the house as fast as I can, still butt-naked, only covering myself with said blanket. I don't see the red-coated guy anywhere and I am ducking and weaving in random directions through various different gardens and brushes. I finally get to the outskirt of the city when my call to the police department goes through. I get on the line with this police officer who is talking to me in a very soft and sing-songy voice as if I was a toddler. He asks me if I am having trouble with the red-coated man and I scream at him that yes I fucking am. At that moment I spot the red-coated man out of the corner of my eye. He is marching straight towards me, raised rifle and all. As he closes the distance, I drop my phone and just charge at him. He doesn't fire at me or anything, he just walks intently towards me with a stern look on his face as I rush towards him. Once I get right on top of him, I slap the rifle out of his hands and he just bursts into flames. Not like exploded into gibs or anything, but he just fucking caught fire. As he burned he smiled at me and gave me a nod of approval and then I woke up.