“It was a beautiful area. It’s a shame we have to reset it.”
The three of them sat around the banks overlooking a lake, green grass below, forest all around, and blue sky above; they appeared as two young ordinary-looking women and a young ordinary-looking man, all dressed in plain clothes.
One of the women spoke, in response to one of the other women sitting opposite her. “You don’t have to be so dramatic about it, Magus. There’s a good chance we’ll get another lake here anyway. And it’s not like there’ll be better in the next restart of this area, right?”
A groan came from the other two of them, and one put his hands to his face and fell backwards onto his back.
“That’s what you said about what used to be the Fiji Islands!” he said from behind his hands, still lying down in mock exasperation. Continue reading →
A convention in a faraway town. A catastrophe at the hot springs caused by the appearance of new predators. The destruction of a mountain village. A misguided fight to the death in the mountains between two former soldiers trying to regain their lost glory.
And that’s only as far as I got.
In this dream, I found I could load, save and reset this day myself. The entire first half of the dream was spent in this day without me knowing; I chose to go to the faraway convention, completely missing every disaster happening that day. Mysteriously, I still kept everything I’d bought when I reset.
On the next loop, I spend the first half of this day at home with a friend. On the way out I looked at all the shirts I bought and wondered if it was worth it, not yet even aware of how relevant that thought was. Continue reading →