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Once. . .
Once, there was a dream.
Not an ordinary escape from the day.
Not an ordinary submission to the night.
A dream that was a bridge.
A bridge to what? That is not known.
Once, that dream meant something.
It meant something of love.
It meant something of friendship,
Of determination and a pure heart.
It was a bridge.
With it, they were drawn.
Forced, yet not, to play the dream.
To journey with the dreamer.
To journey through a world,
Birthed from the mind of a dreamer.
Alas, a dream is but a dream.
In the end, reality is seperate.
But it is still, also, the same.
For any belief or thought has shape.
Within a dream, before a bridge.
A bridge between dreams and reality. . .
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If you were given great power, how would it manifest itself:
Explicit, a woman of thirty-two years of age, stands at the edge of a forest. She looks on at the strange trail of decay leading through it, causing trees to droop and the forest floor to skitter with dark things. She gulps, afraid to face the challenge alone. You, whoever you may be, have been drawn here. You don't know why, and you won't for some time. The truth of the matter, however, is that you're stuck. Your best chance of figuring out what's going on is to follow this white haired lady, discover her reason for being here, and perhaps you'll uncover your own as well. Come, journey through a land created by thoughts, and defeat a disease that plagues the mind and body. Come, journey with the Dreamer.</may>
Once. . .
Once, there was a dream.
Not an ordinary escape from the day.
Not an ordinary submission to the night.
A dream that was a bridge.
A bridge to what? That is not known.
Once, that dream meant something.
It meant something of love.
It meant something of friendship,
Of determination and a pure heart.
It was a bridge.
With it, they were drawn.
Forced, yet not, to play the dream.
To journey with the dreamer.
To journey through a world,
Birthed from the mind of a dreamer.
Alas, a dream is but a dream.
In the end, reality is seperate.
But it is still, also, the same.
For any belief or thought has shape.
Within a dream, before a bridge.
A bridge between dreams and reality. . .
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Type: Lightweight
Attacks: Slash, Jab
Name: Boar
Type: Heavyweight
Attacks: Stomp(Spawn Ashen), Re-harden(Phase2), Spawn Worm, Cleave(With Tusks)
Name: Boar Worm
Type: Digger
Attacks: Spine Uppercut, Eject Tumor(Spawn Ashen)
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If you were given great power, how would it manifest itself:
Explicit, a woman of thirty-two years of age, stands at the edge of a forest. She looks on at the strange trail of decay leading through it, causing trees to droop and the forest floor to skitter with dark things. She gulps, afraid to face the challenge alone. You, whoever you may be, have been drawn here. You don't know why, and you won't for some time. The truth of the matter, however, is that you're stuck. Your best chance of figuring out what's going on is to follow this white haired lady, discover her reason for being here, and perhaps you'll uncover your own as well. Come, journey through a land created by thoughts, and defeat a disease that plagues the mind and body. Come, journey with the Dreamer.</may>