Dreamer

Update: Our site is down currently. Should be back up later. We've also seen a great influx of new members this past week. Edit: Site back up.

This will probably be it for tonight. Fish aren't bighting fast enough to keep me interested. I'll try again tomorrow maybe. Here are the photos from this evening: Apparently someone had the same idea as me.

So, while we all are waiting on the servers, I thought I'd share with you some of the pictures I've taken while spending some quality time on Omegle. My new favorite thing to do now is to go on omegle, using manycam to put a gift of a ghost on the screen, and to type to people using Zalgo text (I cropped the text part out), all in order to freak them out and hope to get a good reaction. Here's a couple of the pictures I've captured while doing so. I'm going to continue throughout the night, and will post more if people seem to like these.

Has anyone actually sat down and listened to the lyrics of that song? It seems pretty deliberate at some parts. Deliberate, as in, "Hey guys! You should pay attention to this part because we're giving away awesome for-shadowing here!"

This requires an investigation!

The Gabranth-looking guy? Thank you. That's exactly what I was wanting to hear.

Someone please look at 3:04-6 of that trailer and tell me if they notice the thing I think I'm noticing as well.

That music is addicting...I'd probably play the game for th music alone.

I passed everything, but still didn't even come close to that red line. q_q Edit: Oh wait, scratch that...I was looking at it wrong. My OS needs an update.

Could someone explain this trope thing to me, because I'm not getting it. @_@

dreamer_milcham Talk to me whenever, though I can't promise that I'll be able to respond right away.

I'm sticking with my boat idea. Who wants to live with me on the Zombie Apocalypse Survivor Cruiseline?

I pre-ordered the CE about a week after it was made available. Sure did want that extra week.

*clicks around* Still can't get it to work. q_q

Hmmm, the IRC has apparently decided it no longer wishes to work for me...

The hackles were beginning to rise on the back of his neck as he watched the scene unfold from the safety of his spot at the bar. Those three newcomers...he wondered if they had brought chocobos...

"You're in the Al'Mian Oasis..." Dreamer nodded. So he was Al'Mian. That wasn't too off course; better than he was expecting. As soon as he acquired some supplies and another chocobo, he'd be back on track. He was grinning to himself. Then the treasure will be mine. Taking another drink of his wine, and finding it almost run out, he was just about to ask the lovely Elezen for another when she bustled over to the table where a Roegadyn had motioned for her. The corner of his mouth twitched. Roegadyns were always there when you least wanted them, and never there the few times you did. He supposed it didn't really matter though; he was on a trip of business, not pleasure. Then again, no one ever said I couldn't do both. He was draining the last of his wine, when suddenly there was a loud thundering coming from the outside. He looked towards the door, and as he did another Elezen came in carrying what seemed to be an unconscious Lalafell. "Which room is his?" Dreamer set his cup down folding his arms. He had a feeling that things might just start getting interesting; and where things were interesting there was always opportunity. His luck was looking better and better already.

Dreamer was ignoring the other patrons, sunk deep in his own thoughts as he looked over his map now laid out on the table. He twirled the wine in his glass, and sipped it slowly. Wine was always better to drink slow, unless there was a girl involved. His victory over the desert had left him with little reward and the fight had taken most of everything he had brought along with him. All he had left now was some gil, an empty canteen, and a map that was probably cursed. "Well," he was muttering. "First thing I need to do is find out where exactly I am." He quickly scanned the interior of the dining hall for his Elezen waitress. Seeing her over by the bar, he picked up his map and he waltzed on over to her, making sure to bring his wine with him. He leaned his back against the counter next to her, giving her his best smile. "I think I would like one of those meals you mentioned earlier. Oh, and don't suppose you could tell me where exactly I am?"

Wouldn't it just be good to archive all of the freelancers' individual storylines? I may be wrong, but it seems to me that if a freelancer wanted a general over-arching story that affected themselves as well as others, then they would just join a linkshell.

"Talk to us when your voice catches up with you...tis clearly still in the desert." Dreamer wasted no time snatching up both glasses. He stared blankly at both of them for a second, and in the next, dumped the water over his head and gulped down the whiskey. He let the alcohol rest in his mouth for a bit, before swallowing and letting out a relieved sigh. "Well it's not wine, but I'll take it." He was grinning widely now and whistled towards the direction of the exotic looking elf girl, raising his now empty glass. "Oi, I'm going to need more of these. Preferably with wine this time," he said loudly, vitality beginning to pour back into his body. "Have to celebrate, y'know. I just defeated the desert after-all!"

*drools* I want please.

Dreamer panted as he hiked along under the shining sun that bore down on him. Not even quite midday yet, and his shirt was already damp with sweat. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a map and examined it, looking around side-to-side. Nothing but the sand that seemed to reach out for eternity, surrounded him. The scorching desert must have been getting to him, because he had begun talking to himself. "Well let's see...Oh well this good, shows here I am now no longer lost.." He said casually, then suddenly crumpled the map in his hand. "I am now completely lost!" Gritting his teeth, he shoved the now wrinkled map back down into his pocket. That bleeding map was the cause of all this really, without it he never would have been out here; part of him even wish he had never acquired it. It was supposed to have lead him to an old man's hidden stash somewhere out in the wasteland, but instead it had so far only showed him nothing but bad luck and misery. Dreamer almost suspected karma. "The guy was dead and it's not like I'm the one who killed him! The dead don't have claim to maps. Finders keepers; livers, deaders," He assured himself, lifting up his cantene to his mouth only to be reminded that it had become empty a good ways back. He took off the wide-brimmed hat he was wearing, and fanned himself looking for some kind of relief from the stale air. The bandage covering his right eye, was itching profusely in the dry heat and he scratched irritably at its sides. He didn't dare take it off though; oh no. Showing his long time companion, Remedy, this current situation would be worse than humiliating. She had warned him before all this, of how bad an idea it was for him to go out into the desert alone, with the tell-tale signs of sandstorms brewing on the wind. He had assured her though that he would be perfectly fine, and a little bit dust wasn't enough to stop him! Only it hadn't turned out to be a little dust, it turned out to be a lot of dust. Letting her know he was lost, would be like admitting defeat. That was something he just would not do. "Not that she would be able to help me anyway," He muttered. "She's back in Ul'Dah, and I don't know where in the blazes I am." He put his hat back on, sighing and started tredging up a steep incline in the sand in front of him. He figured he might as well keep going straight for now and cover as much distance as he could before finally dying of dehydration. He bit his cheek immedietly at the thought, growing angry with himself. So what if she was right about there being a bleeding sandstorm that night causing him to lose his bearings? Who cared if the chocobo he had brought with him had ran off in the night, carrying with it most of his supplies including the water? He certainly didn't. He was Dreamer Milcham, the greatest treasure hunter to ever grace the world! If the world didn't quite want to admit that yet, then he'd just have to keep fighting it until it did. "Cursed chocobo probably would have stayed if I had reminded it that too, I bet. It's getting where a person can't even trust birds!" He growled to himself. As if in response, he heard a cawing sound going on over head. Shielding his eyes from the sun, he looked up and saw a pack of carrion birds circling him in the sky. He bent down grabbing the nearest stone, and threw it up at them. "I'm not dead yet, so I'll ask you all kindly to keep it down until I am!" He put his hat back on, and went back to marching through the sand, determination in his eyes. He carried on like that for what seemed like forever; his head facing down trying to hide from the sun, his shoulders drooping more and more as time went on. Suddenly, his head smacked directly into something. Hard. Grasping the top of his head in pain, he looked up and found that he was staring face-to-face with a shotty looking, mud-brick wall. Dazed, he turned his head left and right, and saw that his endless graveyard of sand, had been replaced by a small oasis town with people lazing about. Still not trusting his instincts and thinking this might be a mirage, he slowly, carefully put his finger on the wall, seeing if he could really touch it. Feeling it solid, he let the rest of his hand follow until his entire palm was resting on it. Dreamer grinned and chuckled giddily to himself as he followed the wall, leaning against it for support and turned a corner to the front of the building. Seeing that it was a tavern, he limped up to the door, slamming it open and dragged himself up to the bar. Assuming that the Miqo'te behind the bar was, in fact the bartender, he pointed a desperate finger in her direction. His clothes and hair drenched with sweat, he stood there gasping at her, "You...You, bring me wi....I need wi...." His throat was so dry he was having trouble getting the words out to convey his message...

...Is that a log? o_O