Another dream this morning. Woke up at 11, but I wanted it to continue so I finally woke up at like 2. Welp, here goes nothing.
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It's pretty cold. I'm not sure how long we've been walking, but it feels as though it was for a few ages. As the leader of my small band of shonen fighters I have a responsibility to get my compatriots to the only village in miles. Sloth, one of my friends who seems taken with a sloth-like motif for his fighting theme shivers. The costume is a bit thin I guess.
CHANGE PERSPECTIVES
The village is quiet. Bodies litter the ground outside the mall. A sloth-like man picks up the body of a small child and shakes it to discern if death has already gripped the fragile thing. He drops it unceremoniously on the ground. With cold, uncaring eyes he walks off into the distance, leaving a handful of survivors to clean up the mess.
SYSTEM CHANGET
We arrive at the village, but are treated to a cold welcome. Or rather, no welcome at all. Strange, this was supposed to be the largest village in the country. We walk over to the mall, a natural gathering place. There, we can ask a few questions and grab something to eat.
Upon entering the mall we are assailed by a single assailant. He dives for Sloth and the two tumble over to the side. We ignore it, Sloth can handle one normal person. We divert our attention from the scuffle to a small group of people building a growing mound of dead bodies. We stare confusedly at them, but they pay us no heed. We approach and ask them what happened and they told us the tale. Bloodshed untold visited the town by one that looked exactly like Sloth. As they finished their short story Sloth approached. It seems he had defeated the assailant. We apologize for our insensitivity and leave. This doppelganger will likely be an issue later, but for now there is nothing we can do for these villagers.
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and END. Not sure where the hell this came from. Pretty random if you ask me. There was another part that I left out, but it was cut short by a rather loud phonecall and I wasn't about to go back to sleep at 2 in the afternoon.