New Arrivals [text] (Actually updating regularly this time, I swear to god)

[Sparks]

>Why the hell do you keep dreaming about killing girls? What the fucks wrong with you?!

Wait, when was the last time you dreamed about murdering girls? The thing about dreams is that you tend to forget most of them pretty quickly. Except this dream which is remaining oddly vivid. You'll note that down as something to address in therapy. Like the voices in your head that are not your own criticising you.

>Return to slumber.

You're thankfully able to get back to sleep. You don't dream this time. You do have an odd lingering mental image of a catbear for some reason though.

What will you do?

[brainfree]

The Robot.

You will do the Robot.

[Jetroid]

>Be Terra.

>Terra: Bleed out.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Terra: Be understandably shaken from having your dream-head caved in.

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Alright, crazy theory time. No damage system in dreamland makes me think something might be up. Perhaps this supposed dreamland is actually the "real" world, as it were, and Terra is some sort of semi-divine entity that has regenerative immortality and near omnipotent control of her surroundings.

...Second crazy theory: Dream!Terra is the Godtier Heir of Space.

_{Note: Above theories should not be thought of as anything other than the mad ramblings of a delusional imbecile. Thank you and have a nice day.}

[Sparks]

>Be Terra.

You are now Terra, present time. You're starting to get over your headache, and you think you're very slowly starting to remember what happened last night, since you're starting to remember the dream you had last night more and more clearly. In fact, now that you think of it, it's starting to rush back to you

>Terra: Be understandably shaken from having your dream-head caved in.

Oh god it's all coming back to you. You don't think that your headache is from the alcohol. Your habit of remembering dreams perfectly is coming back to bite you in the ass, since you... You don't think you want to get into dream-fights anymore. You don't want to dream at all now. You shouldn't be allowed to feel your skull shattering in a dream, that should be against the dream-rules. You try to convince yourself that the dull throb in your abdomen that's starting to come up is from some random injury from last night that you're only noticing now. You're not very good at convincing yourself. You need to look into a way to stop dreaming if this is going to keep happening.

You decide to pull up the lower part of your shirt to confirm that you don't have any injuries and should just get over it.

>Terra: Bleed out.

the bleeding is just your imagination it's not really there the bleeding it just your imagination it's not really there the bleeding is just your imagination

What will you do?

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...Second crazy theory: Dream!Terra is the Godtier Heir of Space.

_{Note: Above theories should not be thought of as anything other than the mad ramblings of a delusional imbecile. Thank you and have a nice day.}

Yes, it's true, this is just the setup for a generic Sburbventure, you've ruined my surprise. At least let me finish my edited John with Dave's shades sprites in MS Paint first.

[brainfree]

Tera > Stop bleeding out. It's all in your head. You think about it over and over again. You keep picturing you with his shield in your head. And it hurts so bad, yeah. Cause its all in your head. /Nelly)

[Sparks]

Tera > Stop bleeding out. It's all in your head. You think about it over and over again. You keep picturing you with his shield in your head. And it hurts so bad, yeah. Cause its all in your head. /Nelly)

Your brain's confusion/concentration tactic seems to work, since the blood starts streaming slower, until it's a small trickle, and eventually even the bloodstains disappear. Mostly. Also thinking about him caving in your head with a shield didn't help because your headache is back, but at least now you're not bleeding.

You try to remember what you were doing before this all came back to you. Oh, right, waiting for somebody to put their pants on or something. You should go check on that when your head stops throbbing again. Also fuck Nelly, whoever they are. This is probably somehow all their fault. This is the logic you use when you have a headache.

What will you do?

[red pharoah]

> Ask Jannet if she ever heard of someone named 'Nelly'

>Nelly: Be well known powerful dream mage who can influence thoughts.

[Jetroid]

>Have a few more hours sleep real quick.

[Sparks]

>Have a few more hours sleep real quick.

You'd love to do that right now, assuming you don't hit REM sleep, but you were kind of in the middle of getting out of here before your drunken heroism catches up with you.

> Ask Janett if she ever heard of someone named 'Nelly'

You duck around the corner and ask her. This is a mystery that must be unraveled. The truth is out there somewhere.

"Sounds vaguely familiarly, don't think it's anyone I know. Probably heard it somewhere. Sam, you know anyone called Nelly?"

"Uh, think so, give me a second... Ah, got it, heard it in a pub a while ago, there's some famous wizard or whatever called Nelly. Can't remember anything else though."

You decide to eventually track down and interrogate this 'Nelly'. You're sure that whatever they're doing right now is suitably nefarious.

>Nelly: Be well known powerful dream mage who can influence thoughts.

You are now Nelly, a well-known powerful dream-mage who can influence thoughts. Not by much though, at least while they're conscious. You work much better when they're asleep. You have a full name that isn't Nelly, but nobody remembers it so you consigned yourself to Nelly a long time ago. At least you aren't a man, then it'd be even worse. It's never even "great and powerful dream-mage Nelly", or "respected non-Guild authorised freelancer Nelly", just "Nelly". Even the goddamn mayor calls you that. Even his assassins call you that. You're sick of it.

You're up this early because you've been kind of restless, and you refuse to acknowledge any irony involving restlessness and magic built around resting. You haven't jumped into anyone else's dreams in almost a month, thanks to you not having any jobs recently and keeping your inhibitors on to avoid accidentally wandering into someone else's dreams. Being pals with your own subconscious is nice and all, but the appeal of being a god-like being gets boring when you can do it every time you go to sleep. That and the guy sucks at blackjack.

What will you do?

[Xindaris]

>Go find an asylum somewhere and start dreaming all of the inhabitants to sanity, just like in Psychonauts, but with dreams instead of astral projection into mindscapes.

[cryptidWrangler]

>Kill the assassin lurking on the ceiling.

[mysticCharlatan]

>Kill the assassin lurking on the ceiling.

>Geez, that's the third time this week! You still haven't gotten around to cleaning up after the last one!

[red pharoah]

>Man these assasination attempts are getting boring, time to look for a real challenge.

> Don your battle mask, head to the nearest town square, and threaten to kill a magus for shits and giggles