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The lodge. I was hunting someone who hurt my family. I thought it was this guy that lived at a lodge across a stream. But when I confronted him it seemed... safe. I couldn't tell why but I knew it wasn't him.

We sat on a couch and chatted about art and there was a picture of my friend and him together and I messaged her about it. She couched for him but warned me about his family. There were more pictures of them and people I knew, family and friends. I figured I could trust him at least.

We started to spend time together and I met some more of the family, there were some that were nice, and welcoming and I grew to trust them too... bit the rest were... awful.

They lives together in a giant mansion of a lodge and I spent a lot of time exploring it.

One day I came over and he wasn't there. I couldn't find him anywhere and no one knew where he was. One of the brothers I liked suggested I try the deep study room.

I went to find it, and when I did it was very odd. The room felt... thick. Like the air was solid. It all looked off color.

I knocked and he didn't answer, if he just looked up he could see me. I tried shouting but again no response.

One of the sisters came to see why I was shouting and realized her brother was stuck.

She did... something. And the thick solidness of the room dissipated.

When he came out he asked what time it was. It was a number of days past when he had set the time to come out. The told me the Deep study is like a temporary time bubble. Everything moves slower in there and your concentration becomes completely enveloped in whatever task you first started, either until the task is finished, or your timer ends.

Something was wrong. He told us to wait here and make sure nothing went wrong up here while he went to find out what was happening.

He ran down the stairs and lit of site. I stepped into the Deep study, and the sister waited on the landing.

In the study it felt... wrong. Like something was about to break, or fall, or... there was a girl, in a chamber. She looked hurt. The chamber was open and she came stumbling out, and pleading for help.

Why. The. Fuck. Did he have a *girl* in a chamber of his study room???

I went to help her, and the sister came in to see what was happening. She didn't seem shocked that the girl was there, but was very surprised that she was awake.

There was something on her neck, a choker? Duct tape? A collar? I cant remember but it was black and strange.

We helped her out of the room and decided to wait here until the Guy came back. I walked off a ways to go message the Guy and his brothers. But things shifted.

The girl had a knife, and was attacking the sister. She got hurt, and I got upset. I snapped the girls neck and took the knife before the panic kicked in and I realized what I'd just done.

The sister tried to calm me down, said not to worry, the girl wouldn't stay dead for long. She said I should go warn the others and she would get the girl back in her stasis chamber.

There was an announcement... in our heads. It was a man, informing the family that their long lost relatives had returned and intended to take head of family. They may have tried to bury them or lock them away generations ago, but now they were back. But not to worry! They'd brought their riches back with them, and if the family came with them and were supportive and accepting of their new head of home, there would be riches for everyone beyond their wildest dreams.

I ran to find The guy, or his brothers, or any of the family I trusted.

I couldn't find anyone. The phones weren't working, and no one was answering when I called out their names.

I ran to the front door and saw another sister stood there frozen. She looked dejected and resigned to whatever situation she was in, but as I came close she noticed me and panicked told me not to come close. Someone had made a crude holding Rune on the floor with duct tape.

If I stepped in o wouldn't be able to step out. And if I tried to pull her out we would both be burned like acid was flooding over us.

I asked her where the others were. Where anyone was. She just shook her head.

The fucking bastards. Theyd all left to the promise of more wealth. This sister had tried to stop them and so they'd trapped her here and anyone else that tried to come after them.

I cut the tape with the Girls knife, it tore through like it was nothing. Smooth. Delightful... familiar.

And I started to remember, this was mine, my blade, my tool of choice. And this place. Someone had hurt my family, and I had come here for answers. I started to remember generations and generations ago. Of the fallout, the bloodshed, the destruction of my family.

Some of our brothers came rushing back. And they helped me dismantle the trap and free our sister. Our other sister came to join us, and we all gathered together and prepared to take on our family. My family.

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The people of the world are being turned to creatures. Most cant speak when they do. Those that can become nesters. Giant tentacled monsters.

Creatures have specialties. Abilities to work with silicone, ice, rubber, fire, rock etc etc. Today is a festival. Some believe that this new monster is the one of our prophesy and will liberate us from the torment of not only the dominating monster of this realm, but to protect us from the others of the world too.

I'm enjoying myself, I have hope, there are people I like here.

I go around to stalls not eating much, I mostly indulge in the games before running a stall myself with someone... the stall is Pass, but for creatures, how to be the best creature you can. Creatures can't talk, most of the people there can and they drown out the real creatures, because that's what people do. I do my best to help the ones that need it.

After I go to a stall I had passed by before. They have tubbs of... stuff. It isnt clear what they are selling, but they have the cans of fizzy drink I enjoy. I but one and it upsets them.

Why the Fuck would you buy a can at a smoothie stall???

Why would you have them for sale!

We argue. They scoop up a handful of goop from the tubs in front of them. They look like little geometrical plushies, but made of goo. Some sink into his skin. The others he throws at me. On contact they melt into my skin and I can feel them tearing apart my insides and starting to rebuild them.

The one that hadn't thrown things was yelling at the one who had. Why would you Do that?? We still have hours to go at this stall! And it's only the First Day?!

I join in yelling at him, because what the Fuck did you just do to me???

Everyone stares at me in shock.

I can talk

The one that threw things at me can't he's being made a creature, so am I, but I can still talk.

"You're a monster"

The screams start. But they're not mine, and they're far off. Our savior is being consumed by the tyrant of the land. The people who had been celebrating are fleeing, cursing, fighting.

I have to run. I cant Be a monster here.

I start to run, the two from the stall follow me. And as I pass others by that I know, I shout at them to join me. Only ever stopping briefly to collect some people before starting off again.

Some people I wanted to come I don't see or they dont want to leave or they dont hear me. I have no time. I have to run. I'll start changing soon.

We make it out of the town, and are faced with the prospects of the wilds. I hope I have brought the right people to help us survive.

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That time I was an alien

I don't remember what was happening before but I am not me. I am what appears to be an alien. Very slightly resembling Midna from Zelda: twilight princess. But my feet can be morphed into like Lilly pad kinds of things or to spear like things and... idk. I look like I'm wearing a dress but I'm not wearing anything. It's just my body. There's lots of blue and green tones and everything seems to both be really up high but also under water.

I am missing a leg from like the knee down but it doesn't hinder me too much because I can float. I'm kind of like a research magician/warrior. No one else can float. And there's only one other Female. Lots and lots in males though, all sporting weapons. I don't have a weapon. I am a weapon. I get back to base.

There's something I need to do. It's really important. I lost my leg for it. Everything I've been working for up until now is wrong. My people are do it something very very wrong. I have to stop it.

I land on an open port and I'm very tired, emotionally and physically. I report to the 'manager' the only other female on board. She praises me for my work and says it's a shame about my leg, but sacrifices must be made in our efforts. I know for a fact that she herself had lost many limbs many times over. Though she isn't missing any now. Higher ups can afford that kind of luxury. I thank her and accept her push for me to report to the others.

I make my way down a corridor past many many warriors. They're all so young. There never seem to be anyone over 20 anymore, not unless they're over 60 and in high command. I'm the only one my age. I feel obscenely alone. I find a cloak, I've been cold for far too long.

There's a loud upset happening further down the corridor. Many warriors are rushing to or from it. There's a boy, not of my species. He's screaming and running around trying to find an exit. I know what I have to do. I have to help him. I have to. He runs into a training room, good, he tries to use the morph pad, bad. He obviously had no idea what he's doing. I fly over the heads of the males and cover the boy with my cloak, pressing the right sequence to morph him into a rat. I hold him up and tell the males 'someone's playing a prank on you, it was just a rat, disband'. They do, laughing at each other and their mistake. A good joke all round, they'll be laughing about it for days, if any of them live that long.

The manager comes in to be briefed on the situation. I show her the rat. She tells me to dispose of it. I take the rat boy outside to the water, i use my magic to turn him back to his original species. He is grateful and I'm awe of my magic. He asks about my scientific advancements. I tell him this wasn't science, this was magic. He doesn't believe me. I tell him magic is magic and science is science. The morph machine inside used science to manipulate magic, i just use magic. He doesn't believe me.

I ask how he got aboard our station. He holds up the spear he has with string dangling from it. He tells me he was just trying to catch a fish. I tell him it was stupid to try and take on a squad of our swimmers on his own. He looks stunned and says he didn't know we could be fish, he was just hungry. I'm very very upset by this. He... eats.... fish? Their flesh? Their bodies? My people in aquatic form... He... He eats them? He tells me he didn't know we could be fish. He was just doing what they'd always done. God's these creatures are Fucking terrifying, they eat flesh. But they don't deserve what were doing to them. I tell him not to eat anything with these markings and show him my wrists where I've been branded the same as every other member of my species. He thanks me. That's where I wake up

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okay so I was at a party... that I was throwing? not like a gathering but actually like, loud music, alcohol, flashing lights, rave kind of party. it was... at a place that resembled my home? and at the time of the party somebody was dismantling my limestone blocks.... idk why, but I needed them to be salvaged and moved next to my room (I do not have limestone blocks irl). everyone is pretty much getting fucked up wasted and when i get back inside most people are passed out or throwing up, but everyone agrees that it is in fact an awesome time. I go to my bedroom and two girls who i fucking hate came in through the front door.... which is apparently the door to my room. I act nice, give them some double shot shots hoping they just pass out faster, but I hug them and now I really love them, even though I also hate the? so I take a double shot with them, and we collapse on the bed together, but someone is being an asshole in the lounge room so I have to get up and make my way to the lounge where a guy is making a scene because a girl told him to fuck off. apparently the two girls that i hate and love came with me and we all escort him calmly away, he leaves with a fractured leg, broken ribs, a punctured lung and a broken nose. we didn't hurt him, we legit escorted him calmly out, he was just.... fucked up when we got him outside.... idk how he was still alive or moving with a punctured lung, but he was, so we closed the door on him. me and the girls went back to the bed, and I had to water my hanging plants which then took over the party. like they just.... grew over everything and consumed everyone that passed out

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I don't remember anything before this but there was more. Ohwel. I'm in a shopping centre and I'm looking around, I'm very very anxious,  I am watching all the other people, keeping my eye on fast exits. I am expecting Another attack. I don't remember the first one but I know there was a First one. I'm being accompanied, someone assigned to me to keep things safe, not necessarily to keep me safe... just to keep things safe around me. He has wandered off a little down an aisle. He's looking at cereal. There's a man walking towards me. I don't know him, but he knows me. He walks past me toward my companion and a group of other people. He placed something casually on the shelves and I sprint to my companion, pushing the group of people and him away, I've killed the man that knew me, he lays dead behind me but it doesn't matter. The people I charge think I'm attacking them, and they don't move like they should, I can't save them as the explosion hits. I pick up my companion, my hand is burning, and I take him to the exit. He survives. Something hits me from behind. I don't remember this part. It might have been someone specific or a mob of scared people but I'm pushed to the ground. My hand hurts. There's someone dragging me away. It's not my companion, it's someone big, with Black hair and a beard. They tower over me, I don't even stand up to their shoulders. My hand hurts. I hit them and they are forced back hard, they don't seem shocked. I run. I'm in panic. I'm terrified. I know where he will take me. I know what's going on. I know what will happen. My arm hurts. He follows me. It's not hard for him to catch up but it is hard for him to stop me. I run through the debris. He hesitates before following. I find an exit. It’s a stairwell. I climb. My whole arm hurts. He's waiting for me at the top. I can’t keep running. It hurts. It hurts through my chest. My hand is in agony. My shoulder won’t move, I clutch my hand to my chest and curl up giving in. He picks me up and takes me away. He’s very strong. He has a metal arm. We're being transported. He isn't driving. We're sitting together in the back. I am terrified. I know where we're going. He doesn't seem to care yet. We arrive at a driveway and he pushes me out. I clutch at his hand. I'm terrified. My arm hurts, my shoulder, my chest, it hurts. And now I'm here again. I'm terrified. We get to the door and I clutch at the man's side. I'm so small. And afraid. And hurt. It will only get worse once we're inside. But I need someone to hold me. He does. His composure cracks and I see that he's also apprehensive about going here. He seems determined to see through his task though. We go inside and meet an escort. I know the escort. He smiles sweetly at me and my insides feel like they're melting. I'm trembling. My arm hurts. The large man doesn't seem to like the escort either. He holds me close as we walk in. I know that given the chance the escort would take me himself. Take the glory of bringing me back. My arm hurts. We walk down the corridor and come to a large room with sick beds along the wall. There is a stream of people coming up to them, there's blood and crying, and a woman in white. I know her. I hate her. My arm is in agony and this woman is terrifying. I hate her. She is everything that's wrong with the world. I hate her. I remember her very well. She’s talking to the wounded people telling them they were good loyal citizens and for their loyalty she would fix them. That they wouldn't need fixing if the rebels stopped killing people. If they just stopped resisting. She looks over at me pointedly and I know all the wounded see me as the enemy. Me standing there clutched to the side of my captor, my arm in sheer agony, escorted in by Him. I know they blame me. I feel sorry for them. I watch as she injects them during her work. She looks at me pointedly. I know she feels I don't deserve whatever she is giving them. I don't want it anyway. It's another tool to control them. To hurt them. My arm hurts. I can hardly feel my hand anymore through the pain. It's limp at my side. I can't move it even if I wanted to. The large man is stone faced and showing none of his earlier hesitation. The woman breaks away to come and see me. She tells me she missed me. I hate her. I hate her. My arm hurts and I'm back here and she has me again and I'm trembling. I bend over double in agony. I can feel my hand again. Feel every nerve on fire. Its horrific. I Scream. There's something lodged in my hand that the woman begins to poke at. It's large and metal and goes through my hand. She begins to cut me open as the large man holds me down. The escort watches, he loves watching. I scream as I remember. Remember all the years I was here. The never ending days of experiments. The pain. The fear. The hopelessness. Their joy to see me so helpless. The chains, and injections, and humiliation. I scream and everyone in the room recoils. My hand has gone a nasty black, the colour creeping through my veins up my arm. The others in the room are all forced away from me as they scream in agony. The tall man grits his teeth and shouts and growls but he is not so badly affected. The woman and the escort are untouched. The woman watches fascinated before leaning in carefully and jabbing me with the injection she had given the wounded. The pain subsides and my vision fades. I look over to see all of the wounded lying dead. Disgusting black lines creeping over them coming from their hand. The tall man has a small webbing of black veins along his hand and up his arm. He holds me as I faint. I know I'm back now. That there's no escape. I belong here. They broke me. After all this time they finally got what they wanted. Not just strength or agility. I was their precious little gifted one again. And I knew I would never get out.

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Someone bought me croissants

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The Dark Place

okay so this is a dream I’ve started to have a few times, but it never went this far before. 

It starts off with me in a very dark damp cold place. it’s fully enclosed, but massive. everything is either concrete or rusting metal, and you pretty much can’t see any floor.... because it’s flooded. I am in this little alcove in the wall. it’s shallow and rectangular and pretty much empty except for me and a few miscellaneous items like what appears to be the remains of what once was a teddy bear, a broken mug, and some kind of hand mirror... with the reflective bit gone. There are Things floating in the water occasionally, for the moment I don’t care much about them, they are just things, I know not to go near them, I know I can’t breathe when one comes too close. It seems as though food and drink aren’t important here because all i do is sit and wait and rot for days, and weeks, and months, and maybe years... it feels like years. it’s probably years. after a time there’s Someone, they’re making their way to me through the water, they are being followed by one of the Things. i know they’re dead already. the Things have noticed them, they may not know it yet, but they’re dead. I watch their progress as another Thing begins to follow, and then another. I watch and watch and watch. I’m not worried about them bringing the Things to me, they won’t make it that far, and I’m not worried about the Things getting them, we’re all dead already... And yet. I take the piece of my broken mug and i hurl it as hard as I can against a wall some ways off. it shatters and clatters, pieces crashing into something that sounds like glass before splashing into the water below. it’s much louder than I thought it would be. The Things break off from their pursuit of the Someone and go search for what made the noise. The Someone makes it to me, I watch as they haul themselves out of the water and collapse in the small space of my home. It’s a little boy. He has curly hair, and is wearing a blue jacket, and has something around his neck. He joins me in my slow decay in the alcove. We watch as more and more Things arrive to search for my broken mug. I miss my mug.  after a time... maybe a day? The boy thanks me. He sounds bright and hopeful.... it seems very very wrong in this place. He sees the remains of what once might have been a teddy bear and says excitedly “You found My Teddy!” He takes it. I don’t mind. We talk sparingly. He asks if i know what his name is, he says he’s forgotten. I tell him I forgot mine a long time ago. we wait in silence for a time before i tell him he looks like a Timothy. Tim loves his new name and tells me he knows how to get out of this place. He tells me he knows how to leave. Tim gets up and splashes in the water. A thing notices. I figure Tim has realized the only way out is to die, and the only way to die is to decay or to meet the Things. He’s not wrong, but I was content to decay for a while longer. He could have at least asked. The Thing gets closer. And closer. And closer. 

I am not looking forward to watching the Thing deal with Tim. I’ve seen it before. I saw it lots in the beginning. Every survivor remembers what it’s like to watch the Things. Tim doesn’t seem to care. Maybe he doesn’t remember? The Thing reaches a shallow bit, there must be a wall under the surface of the water. It stands and I see it. it’s body is a dark muddy grey. its hands are black, its mouth is wide and grinning with teeth like needles, too many. surely they shouldn't all fit in its head. there is metal welded or bolted onto its body in some places, its eyes are like goggles. the others I’ve seen have metal plates instead of mouths, claws instead of hands, scales instead of skin, darkness where there should be substance. Tim doesn’t care. Tim is smiling. Tim is waiting now, just waiting. standing in the shallow water. I remind myself not to breathe. If I don’t breathe I don’t have to meet the Thing and I can continue decaying. It was nice to know Tim, but everyone meets the Things eventually, and I’m not very surprised Tim is meeting one this soon. The Thing reaches him, and I watch. I watch as Tim evades its lunge, as he avoids the crushing grip of the Things reaching hands, of its snapping jaws. Tim moves around behind it and there is an awful moment. I am filled with fear and horror and repulsion and sadness as the thing arches its back, it goes rigid and there is utter, horrifying, silence. it falls into the water and sinks, and sinks, and sinks. I wonder if there is a bottom to the water, or if the body will just sink forever. Tim is smiling at me. he tells me “see? you just have to turn them off”. there’s another Thing coming, he tells me not to worry, he tells me he knows how to get out. Again I watch the thing come, this one is different. it doesn’t have hands, it probably used to, but there is just.... rot where they should be, bone, and ligament, and metal. its mouth is empty, its chest open, its rib cage broken and sharp, reaching toward Tim. Again I watch as Tim ‘shuts it down’ again the terrible silence, the fear, horror, repulsion. Again I watch its rigid body sink. And there is Tim smiling at me. Until he’s not. There’s a hand around his leg and he is being pulled under. I watch as Tim claws at an edge, trying to keep above water, I watch as he fails. I look down at the mass of fur at my feet that could have once been a teddy bear. it has a blue ribbon and a pendant that proclaims its name to be.... Tim. 

I dive into the water, it’s cold, and dark, and.... calm, it’s mostly empty except for the occasional piece of litter, twisted metal, or drifting Thing, they look so serene. Tim is being pulled down. the Thing is fast but I am too. I catch up and I find the back of the Things neck, and I pull. it _hurts_. But I know what I’m doing, I pull at nothing, dragging its life from its frame, I am filled with revulsion, and sorrow, and regret. But it’s too late for regret. The thing is rigid, and sinking, and Tim is free again. we surface. Tim laughs. He tells me I’m a natural. He tells me he knows how to get out. I notice again that he has a cord around his neck, he pulls on it and holds it up triumphant. Tim has a whistle. I know now that I am dead. I will not have the chance to decay because what is about to happen, will be as close to the Beginning as I have ever allowed myself to get since. Tim blows his whistle and tells me not to worry. He knows how to get out.

The noise is loud, and long, and it hurts. It has been a very long time since I’ve heard so much noise. once it’s finished there is a few seconds of silence and shock, nothing moves, nothing happens, the sound of the whistle is so... wrong in this place, it takes some time for the world to recover. Once it does though, the Things begin to come. All of the Things. Every single one begins to make its way to us. There’s so so many. Time tells me not to worry. He knows how to get out. He tells me he knows a game, he tells me I’ll like this game. Its follow the leader. Tim dives, and I follow. Below the surface is different now, there’s many many Things swimming towards us. I follow Tim. I don’t remember too much about this part, but I do remember there is a stairwell with a rusted hand rail. i grab for the hand rail and it breaks off in my hand. I don’t let it go. Tim takes us further, and further down. The Things are clamoring against each other to reach us. we keep just ahead of the mass of Things, sometimes Tim or I will shut one off before continuing. Letting the rigid bodies join the mass of frantic Things. Eventually we reach a big hatch, like in a submarine. I open it and go through.

I am in a city, there’s no water, it’s dark, but that’s because the sun is down, not because there is no sun. I can see the sky. there are trees, and light posts, and bricks. Tim is not with me. I can hear a party in the distance, I move toward the noise, going up and down flight after flight of stairs. eventually I reach a building, it has a glass ceiling. there are balloons, and streamers, and people in ball gowns, and makeup and suits. there is food, so so much food. everyone is indulging. it’s loud and bright and so so wrong. I ask someone where I am, and they tell me I’ve reached the Up Top, and to grab a plate and join the party. I ask if they know about the other place. They say ‘of course we do! why do you think we’re celebrating?’ I ask why and they tell me ‘because we’re not the in with the stupid retches that got themselves caught Down Below!’ they laugh. I hate them. I ask if they tried to help the ones trapped Down Below. they tell me not to be stupid, they got themselves trapped, those in Up Top shouldn’t have to help the idiots who got themselves trapped. I move on, asking a different person, they tell me the same thing, and again, and again, and again. I think of Tim. I think of my broken mug, and the remains of what once might have been a teddy bear. I look at the tables laden with food and drink, at the people who tell me the party never ends, that they deserve to indulge because they aren’t the ones suffering. I miss my mug. 

I leave the party filled with hate, and longing for the slow decay that i had myself indulged in for far too long. I make my way back to the Hatch. I miss Tim. I open the hatch and step aside as Things begin to come quite calmly from the water beyond. I remember not to breathe and they pass me by, heading toward the noise of the party. I wait and I listen and I watch as Things keep coming, taking over this world of skies, and trees, and bricks. I listen as the sounds of the party are drowned by screams, I watch as the things begin to run. I wait until there are no more screams, until there are no more things. Tim is standing just beyond the open hatch, his hair floats gently in the water, and I see a small teddy bear clutched in his hand. I tell him not to worry. I tell him I know how to get out. I tell him I know.

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Yeah that was weird...

okay so I was on a beach/island place thing that I’ve seen before in my dreams. I thought I was on vacation or something? there were people woth me that I knew but I don’t know who they were, i don’t think i recognised them, i just Knew them in the dream. anyway theres’s this big building in the back ground maybe like three stories high? it’s scare and has a roof style that’s like… chineese? Idk. but the building seemed both really big and absolutely tiny, and I couldn’t understand why. it had all these weird things like two palm trees and a beech ball…. things I never expereince myself when at a beach but things that clearly say This Is A Beach! so I turn around because like a crash, and there’s two things? people? idk about to kill everyon on the beach. suddenly I’m not actually me anymore I’m like a giant metal armoured Thing, mecha? Idk. anyway I follow them onto the roof and we fight and these things look kind of like humans with add ons but they can do inhuman things, like green fire and shit. apparently I catch them because the next thing I know I’m in a lot of pain, my arm and leg are damaged but I’ve got them in chains and we’re in an elevator going waaaaaaay above three floors in this fucking building, apparently I caught them because I manipulate human souls? we reach the top and I am not congratulated or anything but the things get taken away and I get cuffed? and told ‘mission complete, report for reprogramming’. so I get fixed up but everything still hurts, but now I know I’m not human, I’m a member of of something like the police force. I go to the canteen/ common room only I don’t have clearance, there’s a painful forcefeild that prevents me from mingling. I have my own table and shit but I can hear others, and they’re talking about me. so i go up to the forcefeild and say hey I’m right here. and they continue taking amongst themselves, it’s a mix of obviously humans and then armor things somewhat like me. one of the armor guys is asking is that really a ——– i can’t hear it becuase it’s just static, and I realise I’m wearing a filter…. I can’t see or hear anything I’m not supposed to. but I know what I am now, and that they are asking if I really am what I am. and the others go shhhhh it’s right there we don’t want to set that shit off. and the armor guy says hah fuck you what’s so bad about ——- anyway. and I lose my shit, I start screaming about being tortured into what I am, about the sacrifices, the mutations (human sacrifices i mean) the souls I’m merged with etc etc, and I have flash backs to being all of it, then I have a flash back to being me. like yesterday. and I am so fucking Shocked because apparently i didn’t know who I was? anyway the last thing I remember is someone asking me ‘hey meg, is this your foot?'