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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: DREAM-001 - WORDS: 1300] Ah heck here we go again. Heh. Leave it to me of all Stygians to fall in love with someone who doesn’t exist. Argh! If Bitter finds out I’m never gonna live this down! I s’ppose it’s a good thing we got server split after all. Or are we locked out until we finish the tutorial and main quests…? Uuuuuuuuugh. I’m already too far gone, I hit a checkpoint like two minutes ago- plus I am never doing that tutorial again. Owl see myself out, thank you very much. Anyways! I shouldn’t be falling for this Princess chick, but here I am. Running around in the forest murdering goober slimes for a lil’ lady who’s not even real. She’s… Not real, right? OH MY NIGHTMARE KING WHAT IF IT’S ACTUALLY A REAL STYGIAN LIKE AN ADMIN OR A MOD AND I- No. No, calm down, Rico! Get it out of your head! She’s. Not. Real. She can’t be real. Just one of those NPC thingies you see all the time. Remember? Those things give me the heebie-jeebies. Princess isn’t like that, though.

[QUEST: M-005 - WORDS: 4369] Hear that in the wild blue yonder? The long low wail of an inconsolable train whistle? When the steam pipes heave and the furnace groans, do you wonder what’s that in the distance? Fueled by maudlin sentiment and mawkish spite, pulled by the straining gasps of dying nightmares - are you sure that train is as far away as you think it is? Better go and get your suitcase packed. I guess it’s time to go. “There used to be an angel, watching over me…” Take the shot. Perfectly framed by the window of a train carriage lost to time but not infamy. What a juxtaposition! Gilt lettering branded over cheap movie set-piece glass. All the better for smashing up in a brawl - or the Boss’ weapon of choice. For the Boss owned this train body and soul and when she steered it head on into sin, she liked to do it with style. “But she left me when I drank a river of blood, down in Biloxi…” Painted with the colours of the wind? More like dyed in blood, sweat and tears.