Turn 2
randomgenericusername
[2] You try to recruit any fishmen, so they'd go with you to the surface and help you recruit mortals into cult of Cthulhu. The idea of leaving their cozy, underwater houses is not really appealing to them, even despite you telling them that it's a dream and it'd be harmless for them.
Glass
Day by day, life goes as usual. Each night, you lie into your bed and think. You never dream of anything, as you don't possess the blessing of strong, colourful visions that many experience each night. Instead you lie, thinking and making up stories crafted entirely by your own will and consciousness. Stories about mysterious individual named Aaron Blaze, but also many other characters. Deep in your thoughts, you're absorbed by thoughts about Vladimir "Nox" Gobulev and Raniya "The Kid", a sniper and his protege driving in a stolen ADVENT van. As you think about their escape from a sectopod, you drift off just for a while and let subconscious take rule. You are both Vladimir and Raniya and you are able to see things from two different perspectives, feel that you have two separate bodies that you can control and perceive with. A strange thought kicks in, is this a dream? Yes, it is! You never have any dreams, especially of the lucid kind!
ziizo
[4] A terrorist getting so close to your car! This is your race, and nothing is going to stop you from winning right now! You open the car's stash and take out a RPG-28 grenade launcher that shoots 125mm warheads, and pass it to your co-pilot. For a moment you can see a mischievous smile on bear's face.
[Bear: 4, Osama bin Laden: 4] The bear roars to get bin Laden's attention, then shots a warhead at his car when he takes a look at it. With extraordinary reflex, the terrorist takes out an Ultimate 500 revolver and shots! The bullet perfectly hits the warhead and it explodes between vechicles, fire, shrapnells and molten metal flying all around!
Crazyabe
Your dream life is mostly boring. After falling asleep, you were always sitting in some office, an "interdreamversal anomaly department" as you call it, and always waiting for a real job. Usually you were making coffee for special agents, and today you had to stay late-hours to clean a mess they did at one of their dream parties. But this night at the office was different. While trying to close an inter-dream portal, a telephone rang. It was an old 1940's model of a phone, it rang only in case of emergency. You pick up the telephone receiver and hear someone say:
Whomever anwers this phone! The inter-dream borders have weakened greatly and lucid dreamers run around in one dreamscape! Answering this phone, you are assigned to become an agent on duty. This is a dream! I repeat, this is a dream! - the voice said, and suddenly an agent ID popped up pinned to your shirt.
Dustan Hache
[2]
Dude, the morning is near! You'd better go to your lair! - you say to the bigfoot, but it doesn't seem to care about it at all.
Easy man, there's plenty of time. Let's just chill! - the bigfoot replied.
[5] After the beast's refusal, you started thinknig what it would be like to be a nightmarish monstrosity. Suddenly your skin changed into sand paper, your face drastically changed so you only had a maw with black, sticky liquid oozing out of it and countless razor-sharp, jagged teeth. You limbs got significantly longer and thinner, but your muscles and bones strenghtened greatly, losing weight at the same time. Several smaller appendages grewn out of your side, each ending with a different piece of machinery - one with a blade of circular saw, another with a nail gun, third possessing a hook and fourth had a grindstone. You felt electricity coursing through your body, powering it up significantly. It was an unusual feeling to be a monstrosity, a "protagonist" of nightmares. You received a feeling of dominance! No longer you were a prey, but rather the hunter! With this new surge of power, you just couldn't stop yourself from twitching or making any moves, you feel too mighty for inactivity!