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Sadly, I did not dream of Leslie Nielsen...
14 years ago
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Got another weird dream, which is freaky because I'm not supposed to have them this often. It's a real doozy, so I gotta write it down before I start to forget...
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I had won a super vacation package to... somewhere fun. Or maybe the journey was supposed to be most of the fun, who knows? It was similar to a cruise ship, except instead of sailing around on a giant ship with all sorts of fun activities and stuff, it was a freaking huge plane. We're talking 6 floors of chambers for people to sit and mingle, which... now that I think about it seems like a horrible idea.
Regardless, I was on board and I followed some of my intuition... see, to get to the top floor which was first class, you had to take an elevator, which was guarded and passworded to where you needed your ticket to get in. (I'm thinking this was somehow inspired by Ace Attorney: Investigations with that plane that had an elevator that connected to first class). I knew I wasn't able to get up there, so I found a different way.
Floor by floor, I found little hidden doorways and stairs that lead from passenger cabin to passenger cabin until it lead to a backdoor into first class, with the only downside being that it took a little while to scoot past everybody in their seats. I bumped across a whole lot of laps, some more pleasant than others, and it was also then that I realized that 90% of the passengers were furries, as shown in one way or another. Most of them wore furry-con badges, others were in fursuits or wearing cute little hats, etc. At least it promised to be a friendly flight, eh?
I finally found my way into first class and immediately began my plan and mingled with the other passengers and flight attendants until we were pretty much on a first-name-basis, as well as finding an empty seat. There were four sections with first class, like four quadrant of a circle, each quadrant being separated by sorts of game rooms or activity rooms or whatnot. I explored everything while meeting everybody up there, and then when it came time to show my ticket, I came up with the excuse, 'Wait... my ticket is missing. But I've been up here all this time, just ask around!', to which the others backed me up and I was allowed to stay. Ignoring the fact that they'd probably have my real seat on file or something XP
So I spent the rest of the flight gaming, mingling, and... for some reason, these little miniature facehugger creatures started to infest some of the gamerooms (I blame the fact of playing Shadowgrounds, as it was really cheap to buy on Steam during this week). So, being a non-snooby guy in first class, I happened to have the ability to shoot chain lightning out of my hand (possibly related to playing Might & Magic: Dark Messiah, also a cheap game on sale from Steam during this week), and I spent time cleaning up the little harmless but ugly looking critters. Though, my hand started getting tired since I had to really tense it up to build up enough of a lightning charge to make it a chain lightning instead of a straight shot. At one point, I wasn't able to find the last 3 in order to complete the mission, so I went to the nurse's office and borrowed a Bio-Scanner, which looked like a cheap green-plastic toy but worked to where I had a radar to find the last critters. Yeah. My dream went there.
I didn't have time to get the LAST ONE, which I simply couldn't find in this room that looked like a kid's bedroom... the radar said it was under the bed, but my lightning couldn't find it, and no way in hell was I going to actually crawl under there to get closer... anyway, ran out of time because we came across the halfway point of our plane-cruise.
While the plane refueled, people were allowed to go out and take a break, stretch their legs, and run around on this island-sized uber waterpark that had an Aztec theme to the whole thing. Or more specific, Zuma. Yes, that stupid frog was the mascot... (And yes, I've been playing that too on and off, but didn't buy it off Steam >>)
I was one of the last people out because I kept on trying to look for that one last mini-facehugger... so I was in the back to see the entire passenger count of the plane in the section where you're in line to get into the waterpark. It looked like a concert... or more specifically, a furry convention. I joked with a few people nearby about the ones still wearing fursuits while in line for a waterpark.
It turned on as soon as everybody got out of the plane and did its presentation of how awesome the water park was, how it was all paid for as part of the plane-cruise, and how it had this contest going on that had to do something with playing a bunch of minigames around the waterpark, where you added your high scores together to compete with everybody else for a grand prize. It has a little chart pop up that told you what kind of gamer you were depending on your final score, with such titles starting from the lowest to the top including: Party Pooper, Casual Gamer, Theme Part Enthusiast, Crazy Gamer, Super Gamer, Obsessed Furry, Grand Champion.
When 'Obsessed Furry' popped on the screen, you could shatter glass with the sheer volume of groans and complaints to that single line. I burst out laughing... and quickly explained that I was laughing at the reaction, not the presentation's joke of bad taste. I got distracted by... something... I don't recall, but in the span of maybe 2 minutes, the entrance was very, very empty, save for about 12 people standing there confused.
Apparently, there was a quickly spread agreement to boycott the waterpark for making the joke, so the only people left were the non-furs. Who... then ran back into the ship because they didn't want to look like assholes by themselves in the island-sized theme park. The park people were horrified, and the plane people were nervous, but nobody left the plane to go to the park at all. So... they made preparations to lift back off after a couple hours instead of a day or two.
In those couple hours, I tried to find that back way back into first class, but for the life of me I couldn't find it anymore. I asked the lower level flight attendants for help, but they kept on trying to offer me drinks, and stating that complementary bottles of Smirnoff were available in first class only. And they were also not as cute as the first class attendants. >>
So, I spent those couple of hours not being able to get back into first class, rubbing myself against people's laps as I go through the seating isles... and at one point, I got trapped while halfway sitting on some girl's lap while trying to get through, to the right of me a really fat-as-a-Snorlax guy blocking the way and to my left where I came from sat down a lovey-dovey couple who started to make out with very sloppy kisses and pushed me away if I tried to get back past them.
Before I knew how to get out of that, I woke up. My cellphone was ringing, which turned out to be a wrong number.
So... what's the moral of this story?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I had won a super vacation package to... somewhere fun. Or maybe the journey was supposed to be most of the fun, who knows? It was similar to a cruise ship, except instead of sailing around on a giant ship with all sorts of fun activities and stuff, it was a freaking huge plane. We're talking 6 floors of chambers for people to sit and mingle, which... now that I think about it seems like a horrible idea.
Regardless, I was on board and I followed some of my intuition... see, to get to the top floor which was first class, you had to take an elevator, which was guarded and passworded to where you needed your ticket to get in. (I'm thinking this was somehow inspired by Ace Attorney: Investigations with that plane that had an elevator that connected to first class). I knew I wasn't able to get up there, so I found a different way.
Floor by floor, I found little hidden doorways and stairs that lead from passenger cabin to passenger cabin until it lead to a backdoor into first class, with the only downside being that it took a little while to scoot past everybody in their seats. I bumped across a whole lot of laps, some more pleasant than others, and it was also then that I realized that 90% of the passengers were furries, as shown in one way or another. Most of them wore furry-con badges, others were in fursuits or wearing cute little hats, etc. At least it promised to be a friendly flight, eh?
I finally found my way into first class and immediately began my plan and mingled with the other passengers and flight attendants until we were pretty much on a first-name-basis, as well as finding an empty seat. There were four sections with first class, like four quadrant of a circle, each quadrant being separated by sorts of game rooms or activity rooms or whatnot. I explored everything while meeting everybody up there, and then when it came time to show my ticket, I came up with the excuse, 'Wait... my ticket is missing. But I've been up here all this time, just ask around!', to which the others backed me up and I was allowed to stay. Ignoring the fact that they'd probably have my real seat on file or something XP
So I spent the rest of the flight gaming, mingling, and... for some reason, these little miniature facehugger creatures started to infest some of the gamerooms (I blame the fact of playing Shadowgrounds, as it was really cheap to buy on Steam during this week). So, being a non-snooby guy in first class, I happened to have the ability to shoot chain lightning out of my hand (possibly related to playing Might & Magic: Dark Messiah, also a cheap game on sale from Steam during this week), and I spent time cleaning up the little harmless but ugly looking critters. Though, my hand started getting tired since I had to really tense it up to build up enough of a lightning charge to make it a chain lightning instead of a straight shot. At one point, I wasn't able to find the last 3 in order to complete the mission, so I went to the nurse's office and borrowed a Bio-Scanner, which looked like a cheap green-plastic toy but worked to where I had a radar to find the last critters. Yeah. My dream went there.
I didn't have time to get the LAST ONE, which I simply couldn't find in this room that looked like a kid's bedroom... the radar said it was under the bed, but my lightning couldn't find it, and no way in hell was I going to actually crawl under there to get closer... anyway, ran out of time because we came across the halfway point of our plane-cruise.
While the plane refueled, people were allowed to go out and take a break, stretch their legs, and run around on this island-sized uber waterpark that had an Aztec theme to the whole thing. Or more specific, Zuma. Yes, that stupid frog was the mascot... (And yes, I've been playing that too on and off, but didn't buy it off Steam >>)
I was one of the last people out because I kept on trying to look for that one last mini-facehugger... so I was in the back to see the entire passenger count of the plane in the section where you're in line to get into the waterpark. It looked like a concert... or more specifically, a furry convention. I joked with a few people nearby about the ones still wearing fursuits while in line for a waterpark.
It turned on as soon as everybody got out of the plane and did its presentation of how awesome the water park was, how it was all paid for as part of the plane-cruise, and how it had this contest going on that had to do something with playing a bunch of minigames around the waterpark, where you added your high scores together to compete with everybody else for a grand prize. It has a little chart pop up that told you what kind of gamer you were depending on your final score, with such titles starting from the lowest to the top including: Party Pooper, Casual Gamer, Theme Part Enthusiast, Crazy Gamer, Super Gamer, Obsessed Furry, Grand Champion.
When 'Obsessed Furry' popped on the screen, you could shatter glass with the sheer volume of groans and complaints to that single line. I burst out laughing... and quickly explained that I was laughing at the reaction, not the presentation's joke of bad taste. I got distracted by... something... I don't recall, but in the span of maybe 2 minutes, the entrance was very, very empty, save for about 12 people standing there confused.
Apparently, there was a quickly spread agreement to boycott the waterpark for making the joke, so the only people left were the non-furs. Who... then ran back into the ship because they didn't want to look like assholes by themselves in the island-sized theme park. The park people were horrified, and the plane people were nervous, but nobody left the plane to go to the park at all. So... they made preparations to lift back off after a couple hours instead of a day or two.
In those couple hours, I tried to find that back way back into first class, but for the life of me I couldn't find it anymore. I asked the lower level flight attendants for help, but they kept on trying to offer me drinks, and stating that complementary bottles of Smirnoff were available in first class only. And they were also not as cute as the first class attendants. >>
So, I spent those couple of hours not being able to get back into first class, rubbing myself against people's laps as I go through the seating isles... and at one point, I got trapped while halfway sitting on some girl's lap while trying to get through, to the right of me a really fat-as-a-Snorlax guy blocking the way and to my left where I came from sat down a lovey-dovey couple who started to make out with very sloppy kisses and pushed me away if I tried to get back past them.
Before I knew how to get out of that, I woke up. My cellphone was ringing, which turned out to be a wrong number.
So... what's the moral of this story?
