There was this live-action viodeo game tmype thing going on. Someone wanted to find out where an old bigwig in the bad guy industry went to, so they fought their way to the current main guy to ask. The boss said he’s been dead for years, and that upset everyone. It turned out, that the current bad guy was the old one, that he just made adrastic change to himself, killing the old him.
I needed to pass a course in order to graduate, and in order to pass the course you had to be part of a play. There was a bunch of us that did t or couldnt’t be in it, and we were all really worried. A solution of dressing up in curtain red and standing in the corner the entire time came up, but if you made any visible signs of being there, you’d burst into flames. I went to th bathroom, and there was no urinal or toilet. Instead, where each of these should have been, there was a hole in the flooor that was all clogged and nasty. After the hathroom, I went back out and tried to figure out how I could pass the course. I asked the theachers assistant and he told me I should just drive one of the tanks in the play. I wouldn’t be seen, and it was just a matter of sitting down and pushing my feet to make it go. The guy was fat and tall, and his face was smooth and tiny, looked like a little nub of a thumb. When I got in the tank and it was time to go, I was moving the tank way too ast atfirst.