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    There was a king who had 600 servants. He had 100 for cooking, 100 for cleaning and building, 100 for farming, 100 for tending to the horses and trade caravans, 100 for delivering messages and items as well as attending to the needs of the nobles in his court, and 100 for guarding his estate. Every few days, he would have his magic mirror show him his servants one at a time as they worked so he could check on them and make sure that they weren't getting in trouble.
    A rival king from far away declared war and laid siege to his home castle. The enemy forces managed to breach the gate and begin laying waste to the king's property and people. The guards eventually managed to drive them back, but only after some heavy losses. 
    The king had been informed that many of his servants had been killed or captured and taken to work for the rival king. To know just who was missing, he checked on each of them in his magic mirror. It showed him his distressed servants that lived and the corpses of those that were slain, but for some, the mirror could not show him and merely informed him that they were not found, which must have meant that they were captured and taken. The king became more and more crestfallen as he checked.
    "39... this cook is alive but injured," he might have said.
    "252: Farmer not found," the mirror might have said.
    "380 dead... 381 dead... many now are alive... 402 lost an arm... 403 is weeping... Oh no! Please no!" the king cried.
    "Damn! O Hell! He was my favorite! My most treasured! That rotten man!" 
    The king sobbed.
    The mirror simply said, "404: Page not found"

  18. Posted

    I had one where I was on a school field trip to a college campus. There was a small tour, but it was short and meaningless. Everyone then just spent the time roaming around and doing whatever. For some reason, some of us had bikes. I was riding one around that had really high handlebars ("Hey, this reminds me of Sons-of-Africa-meme.jpg!")

    Soon, the mayor came out of the nearby building, set up a booth, and started giving a speech. While I was trying to do fancy bike tricks, my bike's front tire came off, but I was still rolling. This made me excited. Somehow my bike shifted into being like a unicycle with a long pole straight up rather than a seat. Pedaling became harder, although I was still accelerating rather quickly with minimal pedal movement, like I shifted into a different gear. I thought of looking down to check what was up with that, but didn't because I didn't want to interrupt my exciting journey. I was rolling through a parking lot, through a store, then a fast food restaurant, then the college itself. I finally stopped after crashing into a lady student who was riding one of those two-wheeled hoverboards. Then I met my parents and we drove home with my weird unicycle.

     

    Then I woke up, had a snack, then went back to sleep.

     

    Then I had another dream which was about telling my parents and a bunch of kids about the first dream.

  20. Posted

    3 hours ago, Razputin said:

    I just keep having the most heinous gore-filled dreams what the fuck is going on

    I thought you were the authority on this, but oh well. I'll give it a shot.

     

    You have repressed memories of unpleasant encounters with your uncle, and they are only now beginning to show up in your consciousness again.

    Firstly, I advise you to lay off the salmon and stick purely to honey and fruits; this will be an advanced form of veganism. Try to avoid family, hospitals, and ghetto areas. For a more long-term solution, hire someone to make and send you a video of your uncle being tortured to tears. While watching it, make sure you are dressed up in clown attire, copying and applying the methods of torture to a deer carcass. Once finished, remove the clown attire, place it in a pile with the deer carcass, and burn it. This should bring about catharsis which should trigger a release of any guilt or pent-up aggression.

    Call me in two weeks.

  21. Posted

    I use illusion to quickly level up my characters into the hundreds. At that point, my stats are so high, I have so many effective perks, and so much effective equipment (the latter two further enhanced by mods) that the downsides of vampirism are pretty much nonexistent, even though I play on Legendary with mods that further increase game difficulty. Because of that (and a buggy Companion's questline), I've found no use for being a werewolf, but much more from being a vampire, even if I never use the Vampire Lord form.

  22. Posted

    Frick, owwwww. Get well soon.

     

    I damaged/broke my left collar bone three times from the moment I was born until age 6. First time was just because I was a too-big baby being born, bro. Second time I was just a toddler trying to climb on my parent's bed when I fell and hit my shoulder on the hard corner of a nightstand. Third time, I was just about to go into kindergarten. I was playing on a treadmill with some friends at their house when I decided it would be a good idea to try running on it at its highest speed. It was not a good idea. I never had surgery done, but I did have to wear a special brace each time.

     

    Back during 9th grade, I was playing flag football in P.E. I leaped to tackle a guy, my fingers got tangled up in his shirt and flag belt, I fell, and found that I had broken my left ring finger at the second knuckle from the tip. That was the only thing I've had surgery for. I ended up having to perform a Shakespeare scene with a cast on my finger.

     

     

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