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[QUEST: DREAM-003 - WORDS: 820] “WAIT! Don’t attack me!” Said nobody ever. Or rather, said somebody who shouldn’t be a somebody. Not again. Not another one. After her devastating loss of her inability to claim Princess’ heart (which was probably for the better, to be honest) Cicin had gotten over it by murdering everything in sight. But this was Dream-Online. All in all not a bad strategy. It helped get the Dusk Lily’s mind off her. Not much, but it helped. With the endgame in sight Cicin had become a formidable hero (and, if her copious stack of unread friend requests was anything to go by, quite the seductress… or catfish); nothing could stop her from unlocking that sweet, sweet ending as she slashed her way through corrupted Mimic Contracts and crazy-eyed Wishes. Nothing stood in her way… Save herself. Trust Cicin to never do anything by halves. Always one to go full ham on the hog when hamminess was needed, her doppelganger didn’t cry out with a plea to listen to reason, but

[QUEST: M-005 - WORDS: 1807] Today was really not Cress’ lucky day, was it? “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Yeah didn’t think so. Turns out Cress had forgotten to shut his kingdom doors when playing Dream Online. Which, by the way, was SO much better! It was nice! He really liked playing these kinds of games, okay? Provided a suitable escape from reality (so he thought). Plus, he especially appreciated the customisable emotes he hoped would make him a tiny bit more likable. But far be it from Cress to ever have a quiet life. Apparently he’d been so engrossed in his shiny new VN2 toy he hadn’t noticed he’d wandered into some stranger’s kingdom. Why would you think that? We-elllll Cress was absolutely positive his kingdom did not consist of a HELLSCAPE burning with FIRE and BRIMSTONE on top of a RUNAWAY TRAIN!!! So yeah. You could say he was in a bit of a pickle right now. “GET ME OUT OF

[QUEST: ADV-004 - WORDS: 1497] It was a dark and stormy night. -Wait. No, that’s not it. That’s no storm, that’s the murder of king crows slowly and menacingly advancing upon their soon to be carrion. Anyways! It was a dark and murderous night… DJ Ricochet should never have come to the Midnight City alone. How could the entire population of a city just- vanish into thin air like that? Did it have something to do with the glare of a venomous moon, half her face scarred with burns as she grinned a ghastly grin? And just what exactly were all these king crows doing here? DJ Ricochet didn’t have the luxury of pondering such questions as she ran for her life, sprinting down the street and fending off vicious aerial attacks while she narrowly veered round corners. Man, being dive-bombed was really not how she wanted to spend her night! It did, however, occur to her that these nasty little birdies were scavengers… They’d flocked here en masse to pick at rotting flesh and fight over