Player No. 5 (order No. 2 )
Bonus roll = 20
Action 1: Move North
Action 2: Move West
Action 3: Move West
Oh how fickle the gods of the die can be. no dangers in site, nothing to take a whack at with my bat, as I stumble into the safety of the safe zone. A trick of a weakened mind, Did I ever really leave the safe zone? Was it all really a dream? My mind feels broken, as if it was transferred back in time into a zombie. That I lived their un-dead state of being.
It felt so real. I feel like having some !PIZZA but am unsure if I can ever enjoy it again, I still feel the taste of rotten cardboard in my mouth even though it was just a dream. The !BEER was it really beer? What was it I was drinking in my dream state? Was it rain water or blood from blood soaked rags squeezed to get the blood juice? I don't know if I will ever be able to stomach another red beer in my life. I have the same feel for yellow beer, just what was it I was drinking in my dreams.
It felt so so real when I would !ENGAGE 20 the police with my bat, the feel of power behind my swings the sudden loud sound of a good solid whack against a head. All a dream? How long will it take for the dream to fade? Will it fade in time, I do not know, but my life and the life of my compatriots goes on. We live another day as humans, have we changed? I know that I have changed, will it be for the good or the bad only time will tell.