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>Not your fault, really.
I’m still sorry, okay?
>Time to show the illusions who's boss.
Yes, let’s make this dream my bi- …oh wait, I know why I got these god powers now. Apparently my dream walk powers that’s responsible and not the vessel. Neat, I guess. Anyway, Let’s grab that last piece! …which would be a cake walk if Folken wasn’t in the way. Literally. I can see the vessel piece inside him.
>see what Dylon wants.
I would recognize Dylons cute abdomen anywhere and that isn’t it. That’s quite clearly Folken.
Hello, Folken… I see that you’re not part of the dream or the illusion.
Claire, sweetie, of course I’m real. I’m here to stop you from annoy my master. Oh, and kill you, of course!
Your master? You mean Liz!?
Liz? That’s simply a lie from your kind to claim supremacy and you know it. This god is a man and his name is Hans!
…Oh, right, you’re all sexist and stuff.
Sexist? I’m simple trying to save a dying race from your vile clutches! If the man would have any hope to survive all of your kind needs to die!
…that doesn’t even make sense! You need a man and a woman to continue the species!
Feminist lies!
You’re nuts!
On the contrary, I’m the only one that’s sane. My master whispered that into my ear, therefore it must be true! Why, when I found him in the cold north after that debacle with the noble girl I knew I’ve found a new golden age! When he started to whisper his wisdom I knew… I knew I’d found my one true master… and love…
As fun as listening on your batshit crazy ramblings are, can I kill you now?
Of course not! This is a dream battle, there are rules to follow! I think you know what to do, don’t you? Let me make the first move… I am Folken, Undead master, destroyer of the women supremacy!
Oh, for fuck sake, The oldest game!? Isn’t this shit cliché enough!? But fine… I’ll kick your ass anyway.
Insert I am Hope_
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