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Today's dream was centered on the history of the underground indie comic "Road Razors", a weasel-heavy Mad Max-esqe "after the end" thing. In the desert-punk world of the Near Future, mutant couriers roam the planet armed with an endless supply of self-replicating ammo and whatever they can bolt to their car chassis.
Memories include the ranking system being something like "Ferret" (can successfully complete town-to-town runs), "Carpet Shark" (can successfully complete cross-country runs with a high mayhem score) and "Ankle-Eater" (regularly destroys bandit outposts for fun). Of course the line between "Bandit" and "Courier" was basically "Am I being paid today?" so not a real morals-heavy universe.
After a while of being in black-and-white indie comic art, it switched up to bad polygons for the licensed video game adaptation where you competed across a giant randomly-generated map to make delivery runs, blow up outposts for upgrades, and ... curiously enough, your ultimate goal was to take your squad's radio station and spread it from tower to tower across the map until you had more coverage than anyone else. Capture a radio tower to blob a big chunk of coverage on the tactical map.
In the dream sample, the radio station my "team" was blaring was 50% loud metal, 30% eurobeat, 1% embarrassing slightly referential easter egg and 19% raccoon propaganda, so I may not have been playing a weasel team at all by then.
I guess the series drifted some. OBVIOUSLY the raccoons are the BANDIT TEAM. God, I can't believe I missed that.
I'm awake now though. What a weird setting.
Memories include the ranking system being something like "Ferret" (can successfully complete town-to-town runs), "Carpet Shark" (can successfully complete cross-country runs with a high mayhem score) and "Ankle-Eater" (regularly destroys bandit outposts for fun). Of course the line between "Bandit" and "Courier" was basically "Am I being paid today?" so not a real morals-heavy universe.
After a while of being in black-and-white indie comic art, it switched up to bad polygons for the licensed video game adaptation where you competed across a giant randomly-generated map to make delivery runs, blow up outposts for upgrades, and ... curiously enough, your ultimate goal was to take your squad's radio station and spread it from tower to tower across the map until you had more coverage than anyone else. Capture a radio tower to blob a big chunk of coverage on the tactical map.
In the dream sample, the radio station my "team" was blaring was 50% loud metal, 30% eurobeat, 1% embarrassing slightly referential easter egg and 19% raccoon propaganda, so I may not have been playing a weasel team at all by then.
I'm awake now though. What a weird setting.
