WARNING: Playing Soul Calibur Legends may induce "I'm a Powerful Knight" like dreams.
I was in a frantic marketplace of some sorts and there were people all around. People in front of me, people behind me, people to the left and right of me. As if I was in the middle of an ocean of people. You couldn't move anywhere without bumping into someone else. It felt like a Flea market/bazaar that was really busy until someone screamed something and another, right after, yelled "SCRAMBLE!" (Which I'm guessing was a translation.) Everyone picked up their pace and hightailed it out of there, but the odd thing was that there were no sale stands and everyone hid beneath their tents. I was fast to react but slow to find a place seeing how I was an outsider until I found one of them that was empty. The unfortunate thing was that it was small and I shared it with two others so our cover wasn't exactly great. I first thought "Why am I hiding along with everyone else?" But it doesn't take a genius to know "when in Rome..." Though, it felt more like Arabia or somewhere along that line.
I carried around a large, almost the same size as my body, sword. I peeked into the reflection at first to cleverly take a glance at whom I shared this tent with then to look at myself. That's how I knew I was a knight. The thing was that I was a knight in shimmering white armor. Oh, what a noble figure I appeared to be.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A mysterious and ominous voice bellowed from behind the tent's curtain as prancing hooves came to a stop. A brief moment went by of me hoping that the man didn't mean our tent but it was hopelessly obvious since my knees, I was sitting on them, were practically sticking through. The Tent was torn down as a black knight on chestnut brown steed stared us down through his helmet.
"Two piles of crap and a white turd." He blatantly blurted. This man sounded racist and vile, that comment of his was definitely not appreciated by me. I stood up and stared at him as he more than likely stared back. I trust the tip of my sword into the ground and started slowly walking forward while keeping my hand on it's hilt.
"What's this? Art thou surrendering?" That black knight asked almost as if choking back a laugh. With a quick turn and a whip of that large sword I decapitated that steed of his only to watch it topple over. . . .
I woke up after that. I'm against animal cruelty and all so I couldn't stand that, even if it was a dream. I'm pretty sure I mangled that rude black knight up Siegfried style. 3nodding I'm cool that way.
 Kraeven · Thu Dec 27, 2007 @ 05:20pm · 0 Comments |
