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Title: Primordial Dreamers [END]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on January 17, 2022, 12:45:16 am
An infinitely large expanse of endless roiling and flashing of untamed fancy, contained within a point small beyond existence. Existing and not existing, merely a figment, a dream old and young within imagining and beyond understanding. From among the nuclear chaos and screeching trumpeting there emerges self-perpetuating dynamos maintaining themself through themselves, dreams that have become dreamers, thoughts of that which has no thought, which now think, or perhaps not.

All around them the infinite nothingness filled with everything all at once, churns in perhaps celebration, as symbols and images and sounds and scents and tastes (oh the tastes!) mix and twist and dance and overwhelm. The fragile dynamos of the primordial dreamers tremble under the onslaught of the womb, as they consider what to do.


Welcome Dreamer, to your Dream. You are an island of stability in the that which is everything. Therein lies both your salvation and doom, as you as constantly battered by the onslaught of too much that is not you, and yet able to easily pluck your defences against the same from that very same glorious multitude, for you are Dreaming, and this is a Dream.

You may focus on up to two specific dreams at a time, granting them significance. This will allow them to persist in a uniform state for extended periods within the eroding presence of the Dream. As they are battered by the Dream, they will lose significance over time, fading and melting back into the Dream. You may maintain favoured dreamlets by focusing on them successively, or attempt to tie them directly into your dynamo, flooding them with its influence and making yourself vulnerable to increase your versatility.

Contemplate the wonder of your own continued existence

Who are you, oh dreamer. What titles do you claim as your sole property, and will thus be inevitably stolen from you? Gergalos the Many-Coloured of the Singing Sun
Are you a first person, a second person, or a third person?
What dynamo drives your continued survival? Enjoyment/Curiosity/Wrath/Stubborness/Melancholy/Nuclear Energy

What do you do?

A friendly dream guide reminds the Dreamers that their continued survival is currently under threat by the primordial Dream. The dream guide then eats itself and thus never existed.

[Multiple player godgame thing I guess]
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on January 17, 2022, 02:32:19 am
We is yourself are to be the Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, a three-halfth plurunar reflexive infinitive person dreamer. You hold ourselve we maintain sovereignty over the Fifth Kingdom of Incoherence, Paradox, and Counterfactuals Records Notwithstanding, the Grand Duchy of Impending Doom, and the Nickship of the Free City of Time and you us yourself we may are permitted to survive only so long as thyself we are threatened and no longer.

As your ourself inaugural act, welf yourse to dream of horrific cabbage skeletons rolling up the Hill of the Absurd forever and ever.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers
Post by: King Zultan on January 17, 2022, 05:00:05 am
Quote from: Kilojoule Proton on January 17, 2022, 02:32:19 am
We is yourself are to be the Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, a three-halfth plurunar reflexive infinitive person dreamer. You hold ourselve we maintain sovereignty over the Fifth Kingdom of Incoherence, Paradox, and Counterfactuals Records Notwithstanding, the Grand Duchy of Impending Doom, and the Nickship of the Free City of Time and you us yourself we may are permitted to survive only so long as thyself we are threatened and no longer.

As your ourself inaugural act, welf yourse to dream of horrific cabbage skeletons rolling up the Hill of the Absurd forever and ever.
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Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers
Post by: Demonic Spoon on January 23, 2022, 06:53:58 am
Yourself Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily remembers what we they you always were, and never will be. Our/your/their Fifth Kingdom of Incoherent Paradox flashes briefly amidst the Primordial Dream, before sinking beneath the waves of everything else. Inside your/our stormy form of impending calamity, our/their/his dynamo churns and chortles eagerly, drinking in the impending threat from all that is outside of it, the universal threat of the Primordial Dream threatening to eat it, empowering it. Yet it/our/your calculations show the dire results that more energy is being lost to resisting the Primordial Dream that is being stolen from it. A net loss promising eventual death.

Yet eventual death is not yet death, and while you/we/I still live, we shall not go quietly into infinity. The cackling of fossilized fronds resounds as a troupe of dread cabbage skeletons roll from prophetic jaws of danger, rolling down the Hill of the Absurd, forever and ever, never reaching the bottom.

Perhaps this is good for us/we/them.

Dreamers:
Name: Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily
Person: Messy
Dynamo: Hostility/Threat
Estimated Remaining Lifespan: 4 periods

Dreams:
Horrific Cabbage Skeletons: 3 Significance
Hill of the Absurd: 3 Significance
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: King Zultan on January 24, 2022, 02:46:56 am
Ignore this crap.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: Egan_BW on January 24, 2022, 03:04:13 am
Is this how my prose feels for other people?

I am Catte! Felidae!
I'm First Person, clearly! But Second Person when you're talking!
I exist because cattes are cute!

I will attempt to ascertain a method by which I may prolong my existence!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: Iris on January 24, 2022, 03:27:08 am
I am Lynn, the Lady of the Swan. I am, naturally, a first-person. What drives me is the realization of potential, by myself and others.

For my first act, I observe an idyllic lake - with threatening shapes beneath the water.

(What do you mean, this is a blatant self-insert?)
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: King Zultan on January 24, 2022, 04:03:59 am
Oh damn didn't realize we needed characters for this.

I am Tob the Amazing, I also happen to be a unicorn and a third person.


I am currently inside a burning building made of teeth!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on January 24, 2022, 11:00:47 am
Emboldened by the danger, ourself you to intervene and save one horrific cabbage skeleton from their ordained fate by rolling them up to the top of the Hill of the Absurd, unreachable and unachievable though we yourself to believe it be. This yourself we to swear as the Grand Duke of Impending Doom: Let nothing stand in your way!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: Ragnar the Råsh of Emal on January 24, 2022, 02:00:21 pm
You are the Moon in Red. Thou art the Vermilion Memory.
You live in other’s eyes, living between blinks through the memory of your last moment.
You dream of blood, and reminisce of happiness.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [1/10]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on January 24, 2022, 04:04:26 pm
The cheerful cackling of the cabbage fossils rolling down/up the Hill of the Absurd stirs to action further dreamers (they do not, as such, awaken, because this is a dream), who blossom and unfold into their/our full splendifurious glories.

I, Catte! Felidae! who is you when I am speaking, feels the omnipresent dream nibbling at me, and you decide that I must do something about this. But what, you cannot yet determine, and so I fish a hand into a ephemeral stream of scrolls and deer, before raising out a grand scroll embossed all over with finest icing. A dream guide, my instinct mutters indistinctly, as it unfurls dramatically, completely blank, as all writing should be.

You read it studiously, and I understand and comprehend as the scroll tells me that to prolong life one must take daily walks, build and maintain bulwarks or scapegoats to take battering in your place, and grow fat from feasting on what your dynamo hungers for. As if summoned, my dynamo grumbles and mewls hungrily. For no cattes, cute or otherwise, seem to be visible, thus calling their factual cuteness into question, a most dangerous state of affairs. You manage to console me by convincing yourself that you are a cute Catte. Probably. Cuteness is just a social construct okay. If I say I'm cute then I am. Your dynamo still grumbles.

Almost as an afterthought, the scroll whispers to you that the ambitious may try to tame the wild horse of the Primordial Dream so that it does not trample so. A fool's errand, but what am I, if not a fool?

I, Lynn, the Lady of the Swan admire my feathered appearance in the perfect picturesque Lake of Idyll. There are certainly no monstrous shadows or ill-omened currents swirling in its depths, for why would I dream up such horrors? Absurd. Speaking of Absurd, my lake borders the bottomless, topless Hill of the Absurd, and the cackling of its horrid cabbage skeletons disturb my contemplation of my own scaled perfection, and appreciation of my beautiful lake. My chest feels terribly hollow and empty, my feeble dynamo letting out small whimpers as if frightened by the masses and masses of potential all around, completely unrealized, untapped.

Tob the Amazing attempts to self-realize, a single horn piercing into triumphant existence, but withers up and is swept away by a tide of crumply flowers, completely unable to persist without a suitable dynamo. Perhaps they will return again.

We, which is to say you and they, Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, does what they and I and also you believe to be impossible, quite a common occurrence in dreams. With the urgency and and suddenness of calamitous lightning, you which is they which is us plucks up one of the merrily cackling cabbages and transposes it at the top of the Hill of the Absurd which has no top. This is surprisingly easy to accomplish, but the result is quite damaging to look at. Our and their dynamo rumbles happily as you and they and I stare happily at the impossible, paradoxical handiwork of royal incoherence. The cabbage skeleton cackles uncertainly, rolling around in endless circles upon a single point, the proverbial, which is to say original, angel on a pinhead.

Thou art the Moon in Red, a Vermillion Memory. You succumb to grand solipsism sinking deeper and deeper into yourself, reveling in dreams of memories of dreams of blood and happiness not forgotten. And thus the Primordial Dream bleeds, wounded grievously. A great gap is cut out of the riotous everything, and from it gushes a river of mostly red blood. It happily flows around, potentially up and also down, the Hill of the Absurd into the Idyllic Lake, quite spoiling its natural beauty. You are happy, and remember yourself from the eyes of Lynn, who stares at you. Thou becomes clearer in thine remembrances, perhaps.

The Primordial Dream seems slightly calmer. For certain definitions of slightly and calmer.

Spoiler: Dreamers (click to show/hide)

Dreams:
Horrific Cabbage Skeletons: 5 Significance
Hill of the Absurd: 5 Significance
Lake of Idyll: 3 Significance
Scroll of Guiding: 3 Significance
Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards: 3 Significance
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Iris on January 24, 2022, 05:21:03 pm
I, Lynn, will acquire a cabbage skeleton and introduce it to the Lake of Idyll. This is certainly not to feed any creatures in its depths, no. I merely wish to allow the horrific cabbage monster to enjoy the picturesque waters.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Egan_BW on January 24, 2022, 05:35:55 pm
None of this is suitable, far too... dramatic.
I go for a walk elsewhere so that I may see some cattes.
And the Queen of Cattes, Lioness. Who is super strong and could beat up anything, even a dream!
I also bring the Guide along with me, sustaining it.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Yellow Pixel on January 24, 2022, 05:36:38 pm
I am Squeeky the Kiwi Chef (a bird, not a fruit!) and I wear a little chef's hat.

Also, I am indeed a second person androgyne (me being the primeval kiwi), and I am the proud bearer of many splendorous titles: The Five-Stars Puddinger, The Pastry Sculptor of Krumble, Kyūkyoku no Sushi Sensei, Munchen's Best Chef of the Aeon, Le Tout Mignon Cordon Bleu and The Foremoist Champion of the Ogre's Digest.

My only purpose is to cater for the hegemonic domination of good tastes and smells over all other senses, smothering the entire existence in an omnipresent crémage of delight!

My dynamo is the Universal Cooking Stove™, and as a first move, I will use it to cook a Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress for me to live in, that will imbibe itself with the Primordial Dream, thus preventing my exquisite brown plumage from being besmirched by it!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: TricMagic on January 24, 2022, 06:27:46 pm
So does exist The End, Dreamer. For they are not an figment, yet remain a dream that is the dreamer. They sleep until the end of the world, occasionally focusing on some flight of fancy that inevitably becomes a circus of drama. So does the Dreamer dream of the World Within the Dream. Let the gates that are They never be opened, for then the end does not arrive, but cease to be.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Ragnar the Råsh of Emal on January 24, 2022, 06:43:57 pm
You gaze from other's eyes, the streaming vista of Scarlet containing a reflection of thine own form overhead, the shape of The Moon in Red.. Though a Dream this may be, the memories of those who hold thee manifest a World upon the other side.

Gaze upon thy work, and look upon The World Cast In Memories, Painted Of Vermilion.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on January 25, 2022, 12:41:18 am
Thou we, the Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, to pour ample salt in the Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards; surely, you to thinks, an act of unimaginable hostility and oneiric disinflection the better to destroy all endings and postconceptions from ourself.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: King Zultan on January 25, 2022, 05:49:05 am
I Tob the Amazing also unicorn and third person, tries to exist again this time with a dynamo that is I exist because I'm that amazing.

If I exist this time go punch a dolphin.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [4/10]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on January 29, 2022, 10:27:03 am
I who am Lynn idly plucks up one of the cackling cabbage fossils in my talons. I begin picking it into oblivion leaf by leaf, throwing them into the Lake of Idyll to feed nothing at all. It is purely a happy happenstance that some shadows happily devour the leaves, stone being crunched noisily and bubbles popping on the surface. I cannot help but lament that the Lake is now much less idyllic, dyed mostly red by a river of multi-coloured dream-blood. I can feel the claws of mortality beginning to sink into me. I might die soon...

You, Catte! Felidae!, take a brisk walk through the infinitely filled primordial dream, barging through deserts filled with lounging cattes and jungles filled with stalking cattes and temples dedicated to cattes, amidst the libraries of sconces, the gardens of thunder, the one really big pie. Seeing these ephemerally eternal cattes soothes and pets my dynamo, and I can feel myself getting more energetic.

One of the Temple Cattes appears to have adopted you as her subject, and is now following me. Her shrine-tag proclaims she is Lioness. I try to strengthen the Guide, but mess up my concentration. Your Guide pings to indicate a new message. I read it. It suggests that a moon pairs well with a sky. The edges of the scroll fray under phantasmal erosion. Lioness bats the scroll around curiously. It teaches her how to walk.

As Catte! Felidae! continues their ramble, they stumble over a big fat stupid thing which got in their way. Even as they get up and huffily stalk away, the Tob succeeds in resurrecting themselves, quite an amazing thing to do indeed. Their horn thrums with power as they punch a dolphin with their possibly non-existent fists. The dolphin clicks angrily before diving into the Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards.

With a mighty "Squeek!", you arrive! Where do you arrive? Why of course, at only the most luxury and gourmet fortress and cake to ever exist, the Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress! That is it the only cake and fortress with continuous existence is irrelevant. You step into your sanctum sanctorum not a moment too soon, your dynamo having been crumpling like an overaged souffle with the dire lack of good taste present in the primordial. Delight is also at deplorably low levels. You brood in your green, non-fruity, heart over the sad and pathetic puffing of your Universal Cooking Stove™ as it strains and struggles to keep you in existence.

You walk deeper into the protective walls of Sponge Cake, and squawk (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUd5ue6lGmc) in relief as an everpresent itch that you had never realized was there grows dim. Idly pecking at the walls and judging the quality of your dream (it lacks consistency and is too savoury), you proceed to get lost in the labyrinthine, ever-expanding hallways and corridors of your fortress.

Thou creates thineself, dredging out your reflection from scarlet torrent and hanging it far above, or perhaps below. Thou gazes upon the world, and thus gaze at yourself, The Moon in Red, but the staring eyes are so few, so few, and shortlived, short. Your lunar radiance is steadily dimming as the Primordial Dream continues to nibble and imbibe at your glory.

We you they Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, bodily throws us and themselves at the Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards as a blizzard of salt, tortuously ripping the wound open yet wider with deliberate maliciousness. The Primordial Dream does not, cannot, purposefully react to this provocation, but we I you dreams that it does and so you feel an assault upon your very being as the womb-cradle-nothing lashes out against you. The cockles of our and your and my dynamo warm and churn as power flows into even as an infinitely large yet tiny expanse of everything is flooded steadily more mostly red, even as my (y)our body disappears in clouds of dust beneath the hostility of everything.

At the End and also the beginning, space suddenly becomes more defined and rigid, as location is enforced and called "World". Perhaps a grander dream, but quite bland and boring, an indeterminate area of grey fluff with no definition stretching out around the dreamlets of the other Dreamers. Already it begins to evaporate with its exposure to the Primordial Dream rioting just sideways of the illusion of consistent space, red moonlight illuminating the slow demise of the World.

Everything has changed, and yet nothing has.

Spoiler: Dreamers (click to show/hide)

Dreams:
Horrific Cabbage Skeletons: 7 Significance
Hill of the Absurd: 4 Significance
Lake of Idyll: 5 Significance
Scroll of Guiding: 2 Significance
Salted Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards: 5 Significance
Lioness, Queen of Cattes: 3 Significance
A punched dolphin: 3 Significance
Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress: 3 Significance
The Moon in Red: 3 Significance
Za Warudo: 3 Significance

A figmentary pollster sidles up to you, me and them, asking if dreams should be ranked by their significance. Its beady eyes stare disconcertingly at a chocolate clipboard, their teeth quill gnashing with readiness.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [7/10]
Post by: Egan_BW on January 30, 2022, 12:10:21 am
Hunt the pollster.

Attempt to reproduce my dynamo! Using the obvious means of reproduction, if Lioness is okay with that.

Sustain the Scroll and Lioness.

Also, briefly acknowledge that the stuff which is above me and surrounding the moon from my perspective could be called one thing, 'sky'.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [7/10]
Post by: King Zultan on January 30, 2022, 04:39:59 am
That damn dolphin how dare it say those things about my mother, chase after it, stab it with my horn, and use its life force to allow myself to live longer.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [7/10]
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on February 01, 2022, 11:03:34 pm
You we to skeletonize the pollster, granting it the imaginary title of Happiness of Displeasure Blossoming Into the Unfading Flower of the Concrete World should it remain after I, Catte! Felidae! Have hunted it to my satisfaction. The duties of this solemn office are sundry and poorly understood, but ourself you to assign Happiness of Displeasure Blossoming into the Unfading Flower of the Concrete World the joyful task of pushing a boulder up the Hill of the Absurd forever and ever, ahem, lest the boulder fall and bring with it destruction most merry.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [7/10]
Post by: Ragnar the Råsh of Emal on February 01, 2022, 11:31:24 pm
You feast upon the gazes of the other dreamers, fleeting and ethereal they may be, and with the meagre influence provided to you through the eyes you bed within you sprout fields of painted roses along the sullied shores of Lake Idyll, blooming carpets of red sprouting from abovebelow, hugging the Moon and embracing Lynn.

You twinkle affirmatively in the pollster's eyes, appreciative for it's assistance.

Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [7/10]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on February 06, 2022, 08:27:06 am
In a fantastical display of definitely justified self-defence against quite intriguing defamation of potentially existent family members, the one horn of Tobi skewered the flippant dolphin, the grooves of the horn eagerly sucking in the rapidly sanguinating blood of the dolphin, who squeaked sadly about how, "I was way deeper in your mother last night". As they loom over the corpse of their former rival, Tobi vibrates in exultation as they feel their dynamo beginning to hyperventilate like it was on a sugar high at just how amazing Tobi is.

The pollster sidles up to Tobi to get his opinion in the midst of his self-exultation, but I have been stalking them for quite some time. You pounce and soon feel the warm tang in your mouth as you rip through the congregated survey data of the Pollster's flesh. Once my hunger is sated, you proudly drag the rest of your kill before the Lioness, attempting to court her for purposes of reproduction. Her disdain of me is palpable as she does not even deign to give you a reply beyond a continuous withering stare until I retreat sulkily.

Continuing my sulk, you bat around the guiding scroll a bit, scattering golden sugar into the sky, where it sticks, as sugar is wont to do, glowing faintly with sweetness. I feel slightly more oriented, as the moon shines redly above you. The guiding scroll beeps in patterns revealing that the Lioness might be impressed by luxury or displays of power.

We you they Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily scampers away from the tense catte troupe, cackling like an avalanche with the bones of the pollster clutched under a tidal hurricane. Butchering a spare cabbage skeleton for missing parts, I we them dub our newly created unlife with the no doubt prestigious title of Happiness of Displeasure Blossoming Into the Unfading Flower of the Concrete World. The pollster stares blankly at us with empty eyesockets as we you they plant a truly massive boulder in front of it, and slap it jauntily on the shoulder before sauntering away as it begins to mechanically push, bad work done good for now. You and I and they feel distinctly unthreatened, a most displeasing lack of feeling.

Your moonlight shines from above, painting the shores of the Idyll lake red with roses. You cup the Moon among your branches even as your petals gently cradle Lynn as she stares blankly up, eyes filled with you. A single tear trails from her third eye as her elegantly feathered body dissipates into non-existence.

I Lynn, the Lady of the Swan, have woken up

Spoiler: Dreamers (click to show/hide)

Dreams:
Lake of Idyll with Rose: 7 Significance
The Moon in Red with Sugar Stars: 7 Significance
Horrific Cabbage Skeletons: 6 Significance
Hill of the Absurd: 6 Significance
Lioness, Queen of Cattes: 5 Significance
A punctured dolphin corpse: 5 Significance
Scroll of Guiding: 4 Significance
Salted Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards: 4 Significance
Happiness of Displeasure Blossoming Into the Unfading Flower of the Concrete World: 3 Significance
Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress: 2 Significance
Za Warudo: 2 Significance
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [6/9]
Post by: Egan_BW on February 06, 2022, 12:42:01 pm
I wrap the moon's reflection in the lake around my self into the shape of a sweet mech body, rendered powerful by the great Significance of the lake and moon.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [6/9]
Post by: King Zultan on February 07, 2022, 02:17:36 am
I suddenly crave the blood of dolphins, so I shall go forth and murder as many dolphins as possible, then drink their blood and eat their flesh!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [6/9]
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on February 07, 2022, 11:37:24 pm
Ourself you to feel terribly unthreatened and to level thorny insults and moth-ridden invective upon the skeletons. One of them, having been brought low before the Hill by thy our insults, plots vengeance most wicked, most fiery, most sublime!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [6/9]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on February 15, 2022, 05:22:45 am
Craving the blood and flesh of cetaceans, Tobi skewered dolphins into existence amidst the gray dullness that stretched endless in every direction, which was the world, lunging at empty space and lancing through the hearts of dolphins who drop down upon the gray nondescriptness like a gory carpet. They feast upon their conjured enemies, leaving behind only a vast carpet of white skeletons, mute testament to their glory. Sadly, their dynamo, having grown bored of this strange obsession with dolphins, seems to disagree that this is particularly amazing. It has no taste.

I dip my paws into the Idyllic Lake to take up the significant reflection of the Moon in Red. Yet just as your paws were about to lift it out, dark shadows suddenly shoot from the water, entangling and dragging you beneath the surface! Even as they rub your fur the wrong way and make you horribly wet, you desperately fashion the reflection into the Moon Mecha, which draws on the significance of the Moon to grant you great power! Yet I fail to escape from the vague ominousity that had festered under the idyllic lake for so long, significance clashing against significance keeping me trapped, for now. The Scroll of Guiding recommends empowering the moon somehow to overcome your predicament. It further reminds you that I have not particularly confirmed or proved the cuteness of cattes lately and am close to my end. [TRAPPED]

The Lioness looks mildly impressed by my dramatic, if ill-defined, battle against the watery foes.

I and you and they hectors a cabbage skeleton so much they somehow fall off the Hill of the Absurd. Set aflame by the heat our my your degrading rhetoric, it vows vengeance, and begins travelling the world in search of weapons and allies, even as your their my continuous hail of insults whips it ever forward.

You, Squeeky the Kiwi Chef, have finished baking, and am removed from the dream oven to cool on the window sill of awakening.

Yet even as Squeeky dissipates from the Primordial Dream, a furtive skeletal cabbage snatches something from their rapidly diminishing being. I you they roil ominously in contentment as a dynamo begins to whirl energetically.

Spoiler: Dreamers (click to show/hide)

Dreams:
Lake of Idyll with Rose: 9 Significance
The Moon in Red with Sugar Stars: 9 Significance
Horrific Cabbage Skeletons: 8 Significance
Hill of the Absurd: 8 Significance
Vengeful Cabbage Skeleton: 5 Significance
Lioness, Queen of Cattes: 4 Significance
A punctured dolphin corpse: 4 Significance
Scroll of Guiding: 3 Significance
Salted Wound in the Primordial that is a Dream Which Bleeds with Great Fury into a Mighty Torrent Which Flows Onwards: 3 Significance
Moon Mecha, Powered by the Moon in Red: 3 Significance
Dolphin Skeleton Desert: 3 Significance
Happiness of Displeasure Blossoming Into the Unfading Flower of the Concrete World: 2 Significance
Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress: 1 Significance
Za Warudo: 1 Significance
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [5/8]
Post by: Egan_BW on February 15, 2022, 11:28:58 am
YOU BRUTALLY SLAY AND DEVOUR THE OMINOUSITY UNDER THE LAKE. IT IS DRAWN INTO YOUR DYNAMO AND GOREFULLY WOODCHIPPERED INTO DELICIOUS COMPONENTS. OMINOUSITY IS OURS, NOW.
I then stop to lick the blood from my paw cutely.
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [5/8]
Post by: King Zultan on February 16, 2022, 02:17:20 am
If my dynamo requires more amazing murder than I shall give it more amazing murder by heading out and murdering the dragon made of sugar plumbs and the carbonated catfish, then once these things are dead I shall eat their hearts to gain their strength!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [5/8]
Post by: Kilojoule Proton on February 16, 2022, 02:34:34 am
We you take Peace (of cake) from the skeletons and to cut it into [Eight Slices|Peaces of Hate]. It is so delicious and moist that thou faileth to resist snacking on one of them before throwing the rest out to lie around the Hill fearing for our thy metaphysical weight. Your ourself to let them eat cake, the skeletons!
Title: Re: Primordial Dreamers [5/8]
Post by: Demonic Spoon on February 28, 2022, 09:19:34 am
The World fades away like a bad dream, gray mist dissipating before the glory of the Primordial Returning Dream as blank non-descriptness gives way to joyful everything all at once once more. The end of the world marks the beginning of the end.

The End has Ended their Dream which is only the Beginning. The End begins.

The unnameable nemesis cabbage scuttles from within the rapidly crumbling Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress, having armoured itself in thick slabs of spongey armour, and grabs wisps of rapidly disappearing end, weaving their ends together to create a ominous looking whip. The cabbage skeleton whistles like a kettle, perhaps cackling in insane rage and vehemence.

A great jaw hinges open upon I, Catte Felidae's fearsome Moon Mecha, bubbles escaping as you attempt to roar scarily, before chomping down on the entrapping ominousity, chewing and swallowing and chewing and swallowing and chewing and swallowing as you attempt take it into yourself and perform personal alchemy to escape the chains of Catte cuteness. Your dynamo sputters and rages inside me as it finds itself flooded with foreignness which eats away at it, even as I assert your own dynamic authority over it, slowly tempering.

At last you stride forth from the bloodied scarlet waters onto the idyllic shore, bathed in the light of the Moon in Red, burnishing my metallic plates and humming pistons. The red resonates with the ominous churning inside me, and even as the end-whip is finished, you feel myself soaring to new heights of significance. The Scroll of Guiding has no further advice, for I am ascendant. We have realized that true cuteness is POWER.

Tob the Amazing sets out to slay the dread Sugar Plumb dragon and his wife, the Carbonated Catfish, but just as he is about to ambush them, a Peace of Hate lands between them with a loud "smack!", causing the pair to turn around, spotting Tob the Amazing at the worst possible moment!

Tob the Amazing desperately scrabbles to get into position to attempt set himself against the charge of Sugar Plumb Dragon, so that the latter may impale themselves on Tob the Amazing's monohorn! Sadly he is off by a few vital yards, and even as Tob the Amazing struggles to defend himself against the sticky assault of the Dragon, the Carbonated Catfish ate the Peace of Hate, which glowed with uneightly temptation and moistness. The Catfish is filled with peaceful hate as she sees you hurting her husband, and curses you with digestive embarrassment. With every inopportune burp or fart during your very dramatic and serious battle Sugar Plumb Dragon, your dynamo cringes in second-hand embarrassment, greatly weakening you, until you are forced to flee in disgrace, weakening you even further until you are only a shadow of a echo of a aftershock, soon lost in the endless tumult of everything.

Tob the Amazing has awoken, to become more amazing than ever! Look out world!

Their last remnant of amazingness is caught by the Unnameable Cabbage Skeleton Armoured in Spongecake and Wielding the Whip of the End, and they tie it around themselves like a bandana. They are ready. It is time.

I we you they them us Brink of Catastrophe Advancing from the Horizon, Jauntily, Fifth King of Incoherence, Paradox, and Counterfactuals Records Notwithstanding, the Grand Duke of Impending Doom, and the Nick of the Free City of Time, reaches back through time, to the crumbling remnants of the Yellow Sponge Cake Fortress and pulls them from non-existence into present existence. A vengeful past clone of the Unnameable Avenger manages to cling to you me us them and hitch a ride to the present. You I they us shape the remnants of dessert fortifications into the Peaces of Hate, even as we I you they revel in the naked hostility of the hitchhiker.

They come out delicious, and you I they he she us inhale one before he she us they you I can stop. She hir he I you they us scatter the seven Eight Slices all around the Hill of the Absurd in a mocking taunt to the cabbage skeletons eternally rolling down its inescapable slopes, ever unable to reach the deliciousness. Most of the eight slices are devoured by the rapidly maturing litters of mechanical kittens of the Ascendant WE by their first consort.

Suddenly, there is another Unnameable Avenger before us, as if they were always there. They present an amazing, delicious hostility that threatens to end us you them her, and the high pushes higher and higher as the hostility dynamo revels in the naked threat stabbing at us from all sides. Yes, this is what we I you they have been waiting for, dreaming of, desire, a worthy foe to push us you them to the highest of limits, and then beyond! Yes! Come oh challenger!

And then the nameless cabbage skeleton commits suicide. Both of them.

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END
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Dreams are the Dreamer:
Enthroned upon the Absurd Hill, attended by Cabbages and Dolphins, WE, becrowned with the Moon in Red
Person: Royal WE
Dynamo: YES
Estimated Lifespan: ETERNAL ASCENDING VICTORY

A "It Came to Me in a Dream" Production

Remember kids! True cuteness is POWER ETERNAL!