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dreamcrystals2022-04-20 08:12 am
lonelysmiles) wrote in dreamcrystals2022-04-20 08:12 am
Entry tags:
A Day in the After Life (Part 3)
Sender: Alastor
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page five through half of page ten. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks, so unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You know you shouldn't do it, but the roses in the park look so enticing. The red would look just lovely in the buttonhole of your jacket. You pick one of the blooms, grinning happily at it when for one shining moment nothing happens.]
[But then it browns and wilts, its petals falling away.]
[You hear other demons behind you casually chatting, them not having noticed your presence. Or perhaps there's a chance they don't care. You toss aside the wilted bloom, turn, and raise your hand in greeting.]
Hel-
[The two demons see you, recognize you, and immediately flee in terror before you're even finished.]
-lo.
[You keep smiling regardless of the frustration you feel.Honestly, you have some self-restraint. You're a monster but you have some sense of decency.]
[You continue your stroll, conjuring a fedora to twirl on your finger as you pass by the sign reading "Now Entering Cannibal Colony". With its 1920s Americana aesthetic, it almost feels like you're home again. It isn't long before you hear the familiar sounds of teeth and claws tearing apart flesh. You turn the corner and there are four lady demons dressed in the appropriate period clothing tearing apart and consuming a modern-dressed demon. He'd probably wandered in either unknowingly or thought he was too tough to take down. (The idiot found out the hard way he wasn't.)]
[You tip your hat to them.] Good morning, ladies!
♥ Morning, Ȁ̗͍̝̻̎̿̕ĺ̲̟̤͋̋ä̤́s̝͉͈̫̓̃́̇̚ͅt͎͖͈̝͌͡͝͡o͚̫̣̓̇͞r̹̤̙̄͡͞! ♥ [Despite the world glitching at your name, you can still hear it clearly as your own.]
[You turn to continue your stroll, tossing the hat back over your shoulder to the lady demons.] Give Rosie a hello from me!
[You don't look back over your shoulder but you can hear one of the ladies happily sigh as the others start growling.]
[As you keep walking, leaving Cannibal Colony behind, you see a cat demon playing a saxophone. It's good to hear someone else playing the old jazz favorites. Without a word spoken between you two, you flick a coin into the demon's upturned hat, adding to his collection. You continue on your way, leaving the cat to continue his music for others to hear.]
[You meander your way to see two demons looking at the flatscreens in an electronics shop. The same TV-headed demon is in all of the commercials, or at least his silhouette is. You stop to observe the ridiculous ads.]
Really nothing good on these days, hm?
[The two demons flee just like the other pair did. However, your attention is on the screens as they all combine to show the television demon grinning down at you. (And he is grinning at you. He sees you through the televisions just as easily as you standing in front of him.)]
Show off. All hat and no cattle!
[You wave a hand carelessly as you walk away from his face, knowing he's watching you leave. You glance back at him only once as you begin muttering under your breath, folding your hands behind your back and stalking down the street.]
...Obnoxious...pompous...piece of shit...television...Fucking egotistical waste of glamorized gross overrated dumb annoying cultish bastard...
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering page five through half of page ten. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks, so unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the afterlife in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.
[You know you shouldn't do it, but the roses in the park look so enticing. The red would look just lovely in the buttonhole of your jacket. You pick one of the blooms, grinning happily at it when for one shining moment nothing happens.]
[But then it browns and wilts, its petals falling away.]
[You hear other demons behind you casually chatting, them not having noticed your presence. Or perhaps there's a chance they don't care. You toss aside the wilted bloom, turn, and raise your hand in greeting.]
Hel-
[The two demons see you, recognize you, and immediately flee in terror before you're even finished.]
-lo.
[You keep smiling regardless of the frustration you feel.
[You continue your stroll, conjuring a fedora to twirl on your finger as you pass by the sign reading "Now Entering Cannibal Colony". With its 1920s Americana aesthetic, it almost feels like you're home again. It isn't long before you hear the familiar sounds of teeth and claws tearing apart flesh. You turn the corner and there are four lady demons dressed in the appropriate period clothing tearing apart and consuming a modern-dressed demon. He'd probably wandered in either unknowingly or thought he was too tough to take down. (The idiot found out the hard way he wasn't.)]
[You tip your hat to them.] Good morning, ladies!
♥ Morning, Ȁ̗͍̝̻̎̿̕ĺ̲̟̤͋̋ä̤́s̝͉͈̫̓̃́̇̚ͅt͎͖͈̝͌͡͝͡o͚̫̣̓̇͞r̹̤̙̄͡͞! ♥ [Despite the world glitching at your name, you can still hear it clearly as your own.]
[You turn to continue your stroll, tossing the hat back over your shoulder to the lady demons.] Give Rosie a hello from me!
[You don't look back over your shoulder but you can hear one of the ladies happily sigh as the others start growling.]
[As you keep walking, leaving Cannibal Colony behind, you see a cat demon playing a saxophone. It's good to hear someone else playing the old jazz favorites. Without a word spoken between you two, you flick a coin into the demon's upturned hat, adding to his collection. You continue on your way, leaving the cat to continue his music for others to hear.]
[You meander your way to see two demons looking at the flatscreens in an electronics shop. The same TV-headed demon is in all of the commercials, or at least his silhouette is. You stop to observe the ridiculous ads.]
Really nothing good on these days, hm?
[The two demons flee just like the other pair did. However, your attention is on the screens as they all combine to show the television demon grinning down at you. (And he is grinning at you. He sees you through the televisions just as easily as you standing in front of him.)]
Show off. All hat and no cattle!
[You wave a hand carelessly as you walk away from his face, knowing he's watching you leave. You glance back at him only once as you begin muttering under your breath, folding your hands behind your back and stalking down the street.]
...Obnoxious...pompous...piece of shit...television...Fucking egotistical waste of glamorized gross overrated dumb annoying cultish bastard...