As of the writing of this, I've just woken up from a very weird dream. I can only remember bits and pieces, and what I can remember is still hazy. I don't know if I was on drugs or if I was sleep deprivived when I was dreaming, but the dream was very odd nonetheless.
As far back as I can remember in the dream, I was a meth cook. This is actually a recurring dream, so I can't say it was odd for me to dream this. At one point or another, I tried cooking meth on my own stove and it exploded in my face. I lost track of what happened after that, but I remember "waking up" on a couch and beliving I was dead. I think I realized it was a dream, but I didn't realize it was just a regular dream as opposed to a before-death dream. This may have starte…
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I will now be unofficially continuing this series. This is non-canon and is only my interpretation of the story. It's pretty much fanfiction. If you judge me I'll ban you.
The meeting of the delegates was going well, it seemed. King Alexw felt that his long years of kowtowing to other countries and playing the game of diplomacy had begun to pay off. The nations of the world were finally going to band togeth to stop LureReign's conquest of Europe, and eventually the world if they failed.
"I'm sorry I'm late," said a voice interrupting the delegates. "Despite my master's military strength, we still have trouble making the trains run on time." Tristeng has entered the meeting.
The delegates sat in a silence for a moment, some angry and some conf…
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