regimented weirdness
i should write about this before i forget. i think i'm officially thinking about military stuff way too much.
so, like, i don't exactly remember how it started. just sorta tuned in at the last there. i remember i was with this group of people, and we're all decked out in these ragtag military/special ops/mercenary duds and guns and whatnot.and about half the time, i'm watching from a third-person perspective. and it's RAINING. in sheets. but it's inside, and it's cause someone turned the rain on with a lightswitch right after declaring in a dirty harry sort of way, "we're gonna make it rain." (sidenote: "make it rain" is a term used to describe the act of sealing up all the doors and windows in a barracks building, making everyone put on their winter gear and work out. the windows start sweating and it gets plenty humid. typically used as punishment for one person fucking up.) nobody was actually wet or miserable, just having a hard time seeing. and we all of a sudden just start running around, jumping over things, generally being all action-heroic, shooting at people that i never actually saw for a long time.
i finally *do* catch sight of them and run around this sort of cubicle office partition. and the guys we're chasing are all crouched down in it, and i sort of slide in there, legs first, and the nearest guy shoots me in the lower leg. and i'm like "what the FUCK? why'd you shoot me, you stupid sack of shit?" and he's all "well, we can't have them think you're on our side and have you go back without a scratch," like i'm some sort of spy. and i say, "oh, right. thanks."
and then i woke up. i found it strangely fun. i know there was more to it that was really cool, but i can't remember it.
~`~
this is just a tribute
so, like, i don't exactly remember how it started. just sorta tuned in at the last there. i remember i was with this group of people, and we're all decked out in these ragtag military/special ops/mercenary duds and guns and whatnot.and about half the time, i'm watching from a third-person perspective. and it's RAINING. in sheets. but it's inside, and it's cause someone turned the rain on with a lightswitch right after declaring in a dirty harry sort of way, "we're gonna make it rain." (sidenote: "make it rain" is a term used to describe the act of sealing up all the doors and windows in a barracks building, making everyone put on their winter gear and work out. the windows start sweating and it gets plenty humid. typically used as punishment for one person fucking up.) nobody was actually wet or miserable, just having a hard time seeing. and we all of a sudden just start running around, jumping over things, generally being all action-heroic, shooting at people that i never actually saw for a long time.
i finally *do* catch sight of them and run around this sort of cubicle office partition. and the guys we're chasing are all crouched down in it, and i sort of slide in there, legs first, and the nearest guy shoots me in the lower leg. and i'm like "what the FUCK? why'd you shoot me, you stupid sack of shit?" and he's all "well, we can't have them think you're on our side and have you go back without a scratch," like i'm some sort of spy. and i say, "oh, right. thanks."
and then i woke up. i found it strangely fun. i know there was more to it that was really cool, but i can't remember it.
~`~
this is just a tribute