Day Three
I slept quite a bit last night, moving in and out of dreams, so I’m having trouble remembering. There is one part that I remember, but it’s more of a recollection of the feel and events than any sort of imagery. I was on an elite team send into the USSR to rescue one of ours. Everything was cartoon-like, though: super-saturated and kind of manic. Our enemies exploded into confetti. There was much festive paper clogging the rivers after that battle.
“And lo did the streamers of coloured paper burst forth from their enemies as they did smite them and there was much cake and rejoicing.” - The Gospel according to Fuzzylumpkins 65:12
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coloured paper burst forth from their...as they did smite them and there
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