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Time: April 20, 2003
Place: The Dreaming Bubble
Status: Private (Drugs) Primoris can join, if he wants to
Summary: Ah, feels so good ...



Drugs only vaguely aware that was lying on his back on something reasonably soft, though it wasn’t a bed. He was much too comfortable to care where he was, much too comfortable to consider how long he’d been here, much too comfortable to wonder why the sky looked so pleasantly off in this place he was much too comfortable to wonder whether he knew.

The only things he was fully aware off were the pleasant feeling of the weight of the crystal on his chest, it’s pleasant solidity under his hands as he clutched it tightly and most of all the enthralling waves of power that emanated from it. He could feel the power wash through his body making him feel stronger and healthier than ever before in his life, making him forget his worries about those foolish relics and their pathetic attempts to steal his realm away from him. He was all powerful, they were nothing. He could deal with them at any time ... so why bother when he was so comfortable right now.

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Enjoy this feeling while you can, foolish little god. Soon you will lose it, be plucked from comfort and tossed into dark loneliness, watch your psychedelic fantasies warp around you. Oh, those relics you despise so much will suffer, of course, but so will you, once your usefulness has expired. And I shall sit here in my Dreaming, feeding off your fear.

Primoris was already putting his plans into motion. Those shared nightmares had so much potential... they could, perhaps, provide the burst of energy that would aid Drugs in breaking his purple prison, if brought about on a large enough scale. And then he could finally get rid of the power-hungry gilded fool.