Makyo in My Mind
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The half-forgotten
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Sunday, November 23, 2003
 
What AM I Doing Here?
3-21-1997

I was in some backwater town, driving around with some kind of companions...1 or 2 of them. Just friends or something. We're looking for a supermarket, but there seems to be not a single one in the entire town, and it sucks. I get this feeling that there's one on the next road ahead, so we go there, and surely there is. We go in...we're looking for soup, but this place doesn't seem to have any. Suddenly I turn around and see Heather N there, just walking up from behind me. I utter an exclamation and we embrace. I think to myself, "How fantastical! The chances of us randomly meeting way out here." I'm on the verge of tears. She won't let go of me, so we continue to hug, and then finally she whimpers, "We need you here, Eric." My mind thinks, "You need me?" and my mouth says, "Ok." She finally lets me go and I say, rather euphorically, "I just knew I'd run into you here!" Then I explain to her I can't find any soup, so she takes me down these aisles, finds a bunch of stuff, and then tosses it to me. We somehow end up at her house. She's cooking, chopping some carrots, and I plop down into a chair. I ask her how things are going, etc., and she says they're going pretty well these days, although it was rough at first. I mention how I seriously thought of looking her up while I was in California the summer before, and then think to myself, "Yeah...what AM I doing here, anyway?"

From there I end up in a strange house someplace else with a revolver and an English accent. I shoot some humanoid beast dead, then I see some other beast being told to go get me at the front door, so I make my way through a labyrinth of rooms to the outside. I catch him by surprise and shoot him 6 times, but he doesn't fall. I run for cover so I can reload. He can't see me. Looking around, there's only a few other buildings, and they're all really old, practically in ruin, yet stand firm in the middle of this vast, dry, rocky desert. Strangely enough it was overcast, however...pretty grey out...not the scorching hot sun one would expect in such an environment, and it was rather chilly out, too.




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