(Edit: Yes, I know I'm late, but I woke up about 7 hours ago so my day isn't over.)
(Phantom, I already told you that demons are not coming, and you wouldn't be able to command them if they were here. You can't command Garth either. Also, our Iknan [lizardman] isn't asleep right now, so those dream wont have the same effect. So I think I've successfully dodged your commands; obviously the first step in making these things last longer.)
> Think about Two Humans engaged in combat with Katanas
Your thoughts drift to violence, and you think of two humans fighting each other to the death with different swords than normal.
> Be hit by a stray swing
One of the swords passes through your view and manages to find its mark.
> Die of blood loss
Said human dies of blood loss and exhaustion.
> Think of another dream about being dragged away from a war torn battlefield by one of the humans
You've had no such dream. But you imagine that for the human that died of blood loss.
> Notice we are equipped with a crossbow
You give him a crossbow and animate him, beginning to have fun with your imagination, and get him to shoot his "captor".
> Attempt to kill the Zombie-Monster-Demon garth who tried to kill us in a previous dream
You send him on a quest through a battle-field slaying other zombies with his crossbow bolts, he reaches a particularly nasty zombie, and they fight to their destruction! It's actually kinda boring now.
(I want to ask for clarification on the two commands that would go here, what do you mean contract? As in make a contract with said agencies or contract the afflictions? They don't/can't happen either way.)
> Have another dream about fire imps and demons attacking every civ on the world. (Doom style demons and imps)
You're still not asleep, and you don't care for this ugly thought path, it doesn't even have potential to be entertaining. You idly look around the room for something else to do.
> Whimper
You make whimpering sounds at the door, so someone might think you were hurt. It only staves off the boredom for a few seconds.
> Pray
You ask any deities that might be listening for something fun to do; they obviously ignore you.
> Go to sleep
You doze off with your Pure Boredom. You become aware of being moved at some point, but do not stir.
(*Sigh.*)
> Spend a day resting and meditating on recovering from injuries.
You are asleep, so you spend that time having generally mentally healing dreams, your body rests regardless. You begin waking in a very horizontal fashion.
> Once you have woken up etc. Practice whatever magic knowledge you have.
You are awake now, in that you can think rather clearly, but you only just became aware of yourself. You first thought in the blankets is to try magic, so you invoke mage-sight. You puke! You immediately lose concentration and mage-sight, and your vomit smells horrible right in your face. You move the covers to keep the horrible bit of fluid from going anywhere while you go away. Once your out of the blankets there doesn't seem to be very much vomit. It soaks into that part of the blanket. You feel sick, and none too steady.
You are
hungry.
You insides feel like that battlefield.
Your throat and esophagus burns.
You feel generally ill.
> Bang on the door and yell "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO GO HERE!? GODDAMMIT, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB GARTH! AND THEN EAT YOUR FRICKEN FLESH AND DRINK YOUR BLOOD!"
You feel like hammering the door, but are too tired. You lean on your knees while you yell at the door "WHAT DID I DO TO GO HERE!? DAMMIT, I'M GONNA TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB GARTH! AND THEN EAT YOUR DAMNED FLESH AND DRINK YOUR BLOOD!"
(Note: He doesn't have any christian heritage, and doesn't use the work "fricken" in a place where it doesn't make any sense, even though that languages slang contains such a word (with a different sentiment). Curses, damning, and torture are common enough, but rape isn't such a problem with their race. Mostly because the female involved would actually have to be aroused for it to work.)
> Sit down
You slump to the floor.
> Recap the previous events in a quick and simplistic way
As you think about what you're doing, you wonder what you've done. You woke from an restless sleep, had some food, tried the door, and fell asleep beside it. You then woke up again, tried to use mage-sight. You're pretty sure that trying that is what caused your misery, and you are pretty sure that misery caused you to yell. But you're not sure why you said that; it didn't seem like you. You seem to recall there were things before, but those memories are to indistinct for you to describe them.
> Equip the woolen hat and then the steel one
You get yourself off the floor with the aim of doing something, anything to get your mind off of your misery. You look around the floor and spot a woolen hat, so you immediately put it on. It doesn't really stay on your head very well, but a few moments of fidgeting make it catch on some of your scales; it is itchy. You look around again and take the steel helmet (This
Picture took about an hour to find. Imagine that but without the fin, a bit flatter, and with a more definite center edge) from the bookshelf, and put it on while the books slump to the left. It fits snugly, and moving around doesn't make it fall off.
> Use leather as belt
You grab another object from the floor; a strip of leather. So you tie it around your waist. You note that your wearing a rather haphazard mess of woolen strips, so you tidy up your wardrobe by tightening and tying it.
> Is the rusty piece of chain mail usable?
You spot a section of rusted chain links, and pick it up. It looks like it was probably part of a whole chain mail suit and one point, but is merely a scrap now.
> Use rope with belt to make a tool belt
You drop the section of chain mail and grab some rope, you think about using this to make your new belt hold objects, but have no clue how to do so, considering this rope is thick enough for some use on a sailing ship.
> Put hammer on tool belt
You grab a little hammer off the floor from beside a wooden box and slide it into a loop of your wrappings.
> Think of the purpose of life in the universe
Your not really in the mood for deep thought right now.
You are
very hungry, and beginning to feel tired.
Your insides feel like that battlefield, but now on fire.
Your throat and esophagus feel raw.
You feel generally ill.
> Think about an alternate universe. Which may or may not have a person called Dictator, Phantom, or Strife, or any other person.
You think about an alternate universe in which you didn't try and use magic. "Such a
stupid idea." You berate yourself.
> Blargh.
"Blargh!" you say to yourself.
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