[ There's one thing to be said for this place: it's blissfully dry. Dry and warm here, in particular, curled up in his sleeping bag. The constant dampness, the squelch of his wet socks, the stench of rotting alien creature, and the pervasive sour aroma of mildew had been driving him mad to the point that logging into the newly up-and-running ViViD seemed like a good
...
okay, not exactly a good idea, but since when have considerations like that ever stopped him? In any case, he's dozing peacefully when —
Wow.
That sure was a squeal. He blinks and sits up, his (nice, warm) sleeping bag still cocooning him. ]
What makes you think this is a dream?
I mean, apart from appearing in public in your underwear.
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...
okay, not exactly a good idea, but since when have considerations like that ever stopped him? In any case, he's dozing peacefully when —
Wow.
That sure was a squeal. He blinks and sits up, his (nice, warm) sleeping bag still cocooning him. ]
What makes you think this is a dream?
I mean, apart from appearing in public in your underwear.