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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DM with a vengence" data-source="post: 171689" data-attributes="member: 1679">Happy DreamsHappy DreamsThe Portal flared white, there was a blast of air, and then everything went black.The investigators (minus Nikki, who was still at the rave), came to on the landing below the Portal, with painful busies all around.  They picked themselves up, checked for broken bones, and then realized that David was gone.  Marta ran downstairs to the lobby, and found it empty.  Saquina looked up, and realized that the door where the Portal was was back to normal, and the portal had disappeared.  They searched the entire dorm for an hour, finding no trace of David.“Whaaaaa!”  David suddenly fell from a height of 4 feet onto the carpeting of the dorm’s floor.  The letter burst into flame and burnt to a crisp in his hand, he dropped it before he got more than slightly blistered.  Behind him, a black plane covered the doorway into the stairs.  From one of the corridors, a male voice called.  “Weatherwax, is that you?  Room 325.”David advanced to Room 325, and looked through the partially open door.  Two men in red robes with pointy red hats were watching a small television.  The picture appeared to be of a rave somewhere in the woods.  One of the men looked up, “Hey, you aren’t Weatherwax!”  He swirled his arms in strange pattern, chanting “Fg’rafw Tyn’bxeas Yog Sothoth!”.  A bolt of energy struck David in the chest, and he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.  The other man said, “He’s gone, lets continue.”David opened his eyes a crack, and saw on the television a mist cover the rave, the cloud was lit by lasers and glowsticks from within, suddenly everything went gray.  “Good, it is finished.” The first man concluded, standing up and taking off his robe.Nikki awoke on the field, but it felt wrong.  Instead of the grass the rave had been held on, the ground was dark gray dirt.  If she looked closely, she could see patterns of lines in the dirt, like blades of grass.  She stood up, and took in where she was.  The trees had been replaced with columns of granite, wreathed in smoke.  Above the sky was covered in a white mist, but peaking through like a hideous perversion of the sky were patches of a black deeper than interstellar space.  The DJ stand and lights were still there, but instead of a DJ, the stand was occupied by something that looked like a cross between a giant bird, fly and tree slime, carrying an object that looked like an old camera.  Ravers began to stand up and groan at where they were.“Hello humans.” The thing said in a strange buzzing tone.  “I am Srrc’lareth GYO, leader of this expedition.  You have been selected to take part in an experiment concerning the nature of this place, which your arcanists call the Dreamlands.  Myself and the rest of my team will observe how this reality affects your minds.  We will protect you the physical dangers of this place, although you must protect yourself from the mental dangers.”  It gave a high buzzing laugh that sounded like an unbalanced electric motor.  Suddenly, the trees to the west lit up with flashes of light, and a large arachnid creature jumped into the clearing and ripped a few of the closest ravers to shreds before Srrc’lareth GYO pinned it a bolt of lightening from the camera-like objects. “That is one of the minors dangers here.”  It said gleefully.</blockquote>

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