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Kefka Palazzo
Guardian Angel Haruki
Kaithe Dame
Ohm
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Coffee has not yet been gotten, pardon typos.
So, dream last night.
I was visiting some girl I barely know through the internet on accident. I think I was just in the area and she spotted me and took me to her house. Anyway, I was snooping around, and she had a picture on the fridge and all her friends who were in it looked just like my friends with slight differences. [taller, straighter nose, lighter hair, etc]
Well, somehow the world was going to end. Something had spread through the earth, some epidemic, and out options were to fight it or nuke the whole planet and kill everyone/thing.
My company was no longer the strange girl, but my mother in law, her children, and a few of my close friends. Everyone chose to fight the epidemic except myself and mother in law. I think my exact words were "the fuck do I care? push the red button."
So we're preparing for the oncoming nuke death. we're cooking. the others aren't talking to us because we opted for death. Suddenly I think to ask "Don't you have a panic room or a bomb shelter?"
Mom in law takes me to hide behind a bookshelf, and i'm like 'this is so not going to work' but whatever. I hide.
Coffee has not yet been gotten, pardon typos.
So, dream last night.
I was visiting some girl I barely know through the internet on accident. I think I was just in the area and she spotted me and took me to her house. Anyway, I was snooping around, and she had a picture on the fridge and all her friends who were in it looked just like my friends with slight differences. [taller, straighter nose, lighter hair, etc]
Well, somehow the world was going to end. Something had spread through the earth, some epidemic, and out options were to fight it or nuke the whole planet and kill everyone/thing.
My company was no longer the strange girl, but my mother in law, her children, and a few of my close friends. Everyone chose to fight the epidemic except myself and mother in law. I think my exact words were "the fuck do I care? push the red button."
So we're preparing for the oncoming nuke death. we're cooking. the others aren't talking to us because we opted for death. Suddenly I think to ask "Don't you have a panic room or a bomb shelter?"
Mom in law takes me to hide behind a bookshelf, and i'm like 'this is so not going to work' but whatever. I hide.
