Success?
December 19, 2008I can only assume, at this point, that whatever The Sainted One was doing for the drummer has worked. My head is, strangely, not throbbing.
Does this mean that she’s ok? That this is over? I’m almost scared to go to sleep to see what will happen.
She seems not dead. Cylinder’s back in the Dreamscape. Tell me if you see a dead guy named Bryce in pajama pants there. Maybe near the temple.
Actually he will probably still be represented by the Magician (who is still probably batshit crazy)
That’s if he’s there. He might just be plain dead. No body, no nothin’.
I’ll take “not dead”!
Um, dav, you’re gonna need to be a bit more specific than “batshit crazy” when it comes to the otherside.
So who’s this guy? What happened? Did BA kill him?
He took the cylinder through the “gate” between the real world and the Dreamscape. Where the hell anyone found one of those is beyond me.
Oh yeah. I know previously he was a Magician who stood on the corner covered in blood and surrounded in dead birds and stuff. Then he went crazy and has been running around the Dreamscape. Do you remember the Magician from like April 2007 or whatever?
Yo! Sploit! Whaddup! Good talking it you yesterday. How’s the sleepytimes? You get assaulted by butterflies? Stumble upon a finger? Find our Magician? Meet the Dreamer Chick?
The link in my name is a picture of Bryce as he looked the day he disappeared. Keep an eye out for him, ok? We’re worried about him.
Sorry you got so worried on Friday, sploit – but you know how she is with cellphones. We couldn’t keep in touch as much as we would have liked. Each time one came out she got a nosebleed. From what BA told me in the beginning, we had to close off points of energy – which is what I guess the Sacrifices were meant to accomplish. I presume this allowed easier access for the cylinder back into the dreamscape. The Drummer is the one that seems to have been pulling all the strings, but he had to have had some help setting all this up – but I have no idea who could have been helping him all day. He certainly wasn’t the Gatekeeper.
happy new year, sourpuss