Strange Dreams

Hunting Krispy Kreme donuts across town...

Being a part of investigating some in-prison gold mining operation using inmates as slave labor...

Being in an anachronistic World War II army where, having survived the initial invasion, we were encamped and doing a lot of wheeling and dealing among ourselves for goods and services. Someone gave me a nice, warm cloak that would be lovely for the coming winter. I traded a bunch of miscellaneous things for some sort of "super" submachine gun. We laid claim to some houses in this deserted little suburban corner of nowhere - though monsters came running out of the attic of one house we had to burn down with them inside. And several friends I haven't seen in a long time were there, making it just a little bit more like an SCA event...

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