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The sound... of silence(For those of you who haven't heard the dream in question:Last night I dreamt that me and some friends were getting together to roleplay, and we were assembled on a balcony around a large cage hanging by four chains over nothingness, and we had to climb over these chains to reach the cage. The plan was to game inside the cage, but I flatly refused, so we gamed on the balcony. As punishment, Rob (who was apparently the GM - for those of you who know Rob, you will find the fact that he was GMing funny) told me I had to create a new character. I began to create a new mage, and I was told to use the 3d24 - 24 system to determine stats. When I mentioned I got a result below 0, they told me to turn all the dice over. While trying frantically to create the character, Rob began and intricate and involved character background, involving being stolen from the royal family as a baby and being raised by an old woman in a small town which got raided by monsters while I was away. Apparently, as a last request, the old woman asked any monsters who settled there to have two boys, because one would be good and one would be evil. Freaked out by this, the monsters burned the town to the ground and left. Abou that time I woke up. I was disappointed that I didn't hear the rest of the background. I know exactly what this says about me.) Siddhartha Gautama is a hippie. Leukocytes infect the human blood stream. And artichokes grow in uneartly ways.
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