system
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human
>20
>Male
>Not Lucid
>vision
>No sleep paralysis
>Ego
>A
I was a warrior amongst a band of warriors.
We were on a quest to reach a coliseum for a reason that was not made entirely clear to us.
During our travel to this place, all manner of things engaged us in skirmishes and battles, from mechanical monstrosities and ethereal creatures to other men, and by the time we arrived at the coliseum, the only warriors left were myself and two others.
I did not know the names of the two others but they looked related, as they had similar facial structures and crow black hair.
One was tall and strong, he had been the tallest and strongest of us all even when the band had been at it's full strength, his hair was long and flowing, he wore no armor and he carried a weapon that resembled a sledgehammer, reinforced by a metal band.
The other one was small and slender, his hair was cut short, he also wore no armor, but had have a red sash about his waist, and carried several sheathed swords on his person, all of the ones I had seen drawn from their scabbards were single edged.
When we arrived in the coliseum, all of the spectators in the stands seemed young, many, in fact, seemed to be children, and they were all staring at a giant screen above the gate from which we had entered.
I don't know what was playing on it but we knew for some reason that it was brainwashing them.
We decided that this must have been the problem we had been sent here to handle, and that to handle it we would need to kill all of them.
They offered no resistance as we executed them, as they were utterly entranced by the screen, paralyzed.
As we made our way through the crowds, one of my peers, the tall man with the hammer, called out to me and asked if I thought myself any better than those in the crowd.
This angered me and I turned to insult him and told him it was necessary, which in turn angered him.
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The tall man then attempted to kill me with his hammer.
I barely resisted his vicious onslaught, trying to parry his strikes, but eventually he disarmed me with a powerful blow which sent my weapon flying from my hands, then told me it was over.
I looked over to the short man with the swords, who had continued to carry out executions, unfazed by our conflict and took notice of the fact he had several more swords sheathed on him than just the two he wielded.
I looked back at the tall man as he charged forward, intent on killing me, but I rushed forth at the same time and so he would not have the momentum to swing his hammer and disarmed him before shoving him back.
Then I grabbed a sword from one of the many sheathes of the short man, still proceeding with his duties as if an automaton, and examined it.
It looked flimsy to me, and I suppose out of a need to test it? I turned the short man around by grabbing his shoulder and imapled him through the stomach with it, which assured me of it's effectiveness.
The tall man had recovered his hammer and once more came to kill me, but I impaled him through the stomach with the sword as well.
Afterwards I continued executions of the catatonic spectators till everyone aside from myself in the coliseum was dead, afterwards I left out the gate I had come through, into the desert wastes, and woke up.