So I'm standing in this field. It's the sort of dry pebbly dusty field you only find in midwestern states or B-movies where they couldn't afford to film anywhere good looking. "Hey, come on, keep running." I hear from behind me. I turn around and it's a couple people I know from Maryland. Chris, who is in the Army in Washington now and is dressed like a soldier, and a guy named Dave, who I faintly remember as being part of a group therapy course I was in years ago.
"What?" I reply. Then bullets start flying, and I start running, because I am not an idiot. Even in my dreams, which is where this is happening, if you're wondering.
So I'm running, and they're running, and someone behind us is catching up. Then we get to the hot air balloon and pile in. "Does this seem weird to you guys?" I ask, but no one's really paying attention. The balloon inflates in about fifteen seconds and up we go. I look up and it's shaped like a giant bacon cheeseburger. We fly for about three hours, in about ten minutes. Then abruptly we drop again. "Out of fuel." Dave explains. We haven't actually moved anywhere, and I point this out when we land. "That's because we're throwing them off our trail." Chris says, like it should be obvious.
...so then I wake up.
Your guess is as good as mine, guys.
I've been playing with the Uru demo. If you're anyone else, this is a game where you walk into the desert, and find a guy living in a trailer, who points you back to the mystical world of D'ni or something like that. If you're me, it's a game where you walk into the desert and find a guy living in a trailer and then stand around in the shade of his canopy and listen to an entire Peter Gabriel song on his radio while you try and find a key to make your little avatar get DOWN to the music. No luck there, I note.
I caved and made an Amazon wish list thing which no one probably ought to buy from, although if you have a source for Gordon Korman books I will give you my blood for them. ...Or something.
Still feeling groggy from odd sleep pattern, in that I woke up maybe ten minutes ago and I still haven't adjusted. My arm's all cold from sleeping on it, for example.
Card Captor Sakura is cute and fun to watch. I now am even more sad about the US version.
...'kaybye.
"What?" I reply. Then bullets start flying, and I start running, because I am not an idiot. Even in my dreams, which is where this is happening, if you're wondering.
So I'm running, and they're running, and someone behind us is catching up. Then we get to the hot air balloon and pile in. "Does this seem weird to you guys?" I ask, but no one's really paying attention. The balloon inflates in about fifteen seconds and up we go. I look up and it's shaped like a giant bacon cheeseburger. We fly for about three hours, in about ten minutes. Then abruptly we drop again. "Out of fuel." Dave explains. We haven't actually moved anywhere, and I point this out when we land. "That's because we're throwing them off our trail." Chris says, like it should be obvious.
...so then I wake up.
Your guess is as good as mine, guys.
I've been playing with the Uru demo. If you're anyone else, this is a game where you walk into the desert, and find a guy living in a trailer, who points you back to the mystical world of D'ni or something like that. If you're me, it's a game where you walk into the desert and find a guy living in a trailer and then stand around in the shade of his canopy and listen to an entire Peter Gabriel song on his radio while you try and find a key to make your little avatar get DOWN to the music. No luck there, I note.
I caved and made an Amazon wish list thing which no one probably ought to buy from, although if you have a source for Gordon Korman books I will give you my blood for them. ...Or something.
Still feeling groggy from odd sleep pattern, in that I woke up maybe ten minutes ago and I still haven't adjusted. My arm's all cold from sleeping on it, for example.
Card Captor Sakura is cute and fun to watch. I now am even more sad about the US version.
...'kaybye.