Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25500640-20150113050205

one legend in ancient times tells of a strange figure with 24 arms. Crazy fucking Egyptians, am I right? These legends are in fact very false, that creature never existed. While it may not have existed, it is very similar to something that DOES exist. I read a story about it once, a creature with twelve arms sprouting out of each of its sides, I found it hilarious that anyone would even think of something that ridiculous. What would something need twelve arms on each side for? dismissing it as nothing I simply went to bed that night, nothing happened in the morning as expected, in fact nothing new or different happened for another 5 years. I was in college now, I had moved in with my roommate and found that we both loved to play yugioh. I was dueling him, and winning, but when I looked up at him I could see a face in the window past him. I didn't take my eyes off of it. It just... vanished. distracted by the face I didn't see his next move and ended up losing the game. I went to bed that night, a little shaken, but nothing a little rest couldn't fix.

My dreams are usually my escape, they are almost always nice dreams. The few times they are unpleasant I usually just shake them off as nothing, and get a nice dream the next night. Tonight, I needed it, and I got it. Nothing happened, absolutely nothing. I felt free, I dreamt about yugioh, and how I would beat my friend next time. I had made a plan to kill his blue-eyes white dragon. and this time when I looked up there was no face in the window. I woke up to a bright sunny morning, my deck near me and an early morning duel in order. waking up my roommate we played out the duel exactly as it had happened in my dreams, and just like in my dreams, no face in the window.

breakfast went as usual and it wasn't until my literature class that I finally forgot all about that stupid face. I don't know why it had scared me so much in the first place, probably just the shock of seeing a face in my window, probably the empty sockets and circular mouth with needle like teeth. Dammit, I hadn't forgotten. that night I came back to the dorm exhausted, nothing could have kept me awake. and as I fell asleep I felt a warmth envelop me. and as soon as I fell fully asleep it was gone. all warmth was gone, it was cold and I was in a set of stone corridors, and I was just sitting there, and I couldn't move in time when I saw him running at me with 24 arms all with two sharp claws at the end, the needle like teeth digging into my flesh, the sound of my bones breaking as he crushed my ribs with twelve arms.

I woke up screaming, I could still feel the pain from that dream, it felt real, nothing had ever caused me that much pain. Thankfully it was morning, I could start a new day and hopefully get him out of my mind, but I couldn't. every corner he was there, watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so he could grab me and do to me here what he did in my dreams. I couldn't focus as I played my friend in a duel that morning, apparently I had won. he kept asking me where I got that card. I had no idea what he was talking about. for some reason I checked my deck later and found that I had somehow gotten a card called dark-eyes illusionist. found out it was a banned card, but it still worked as I was allowed to have three banned cards in a deck.

the next night was the same dream, now the walls of the corridor were smaller and I could see the ends of them. I still had no idea where that fucking thing came from but it did inevitably. This cycle of dreams continued, each night I became less and less focused. winning every duel with my partner, somehow gaining loads of cash. I didn't even know we had been betting anything in these games. and new cards kept appearing in my deck. a week later I was at a tournament, my roommate had convinced me to do so, telling me it could set me up for life. I honestly only agreed so that I could get to sleep and hopefully have a normal dream for once. and I got one, finally, just a random dream it didn't even have to make sense, but it was happy and I finally got a good night's sleep.

now at the tournament I started having the dreams again, losing sleep, not focusing during duels, nothing seemed to keep me focused. I made it to the finals, still in my groggy state and went up against someone who was supposedly unbeatable. this time I could focus, but I couldn't control what I did. I couldn't do anything on my own, I just realized what was happening as I drew my standard five cards. and none of them were any of my original cards. maiden with eyes of blue, change of heart, and the legs of exodia. I went second so I drew a card to start my turn. red-eyes black chick. as I tried to play it I realized I couldn't move my own body, and for some reason I played the left leg of exodia in face down defense position and ended my turn. I lost life points for that. five turns later and 3 more exodia pieces were gone and I only had 2000 life points left as opposed to the original 8000. this was bad, I was going to lose, and my friend had bet so much on me winning. I drew the last exodia card and played it in attack position, I attacked one of his monsters and got it killed before playing another card that allowed me to draw again. two cards, contract with exodia and exodia necrosis. the two cards that could save me. I played them and ended up winning the tournament. I won way too much prize money and was awarded a new card that they were only going to make twelve of. it was called DO-DEKA. and that's when I saw the face again, on that card. it broke me I ran off the stage and ran as far away as I could from that horrid image. who put it on there? who would make such a horrible card. the card was discontinued after this, the whole twelve card thing thrown in the trash due to my outburst at it. the police found me, and put me in a jail cell for tresspasiing on someone's land. I stayed in that cell for what seemed like hours before I got a letter.

"you were the champion of the event and so I will still congratulate you with this card. No other copies were made, you have the only one now" and inside the envelope was that card that I couldn't escape from. nothing could get me away from him, and as I write this final letter I just realized that this cell has stone walls, and I can no longer get out of my seat. it looks too familiar, all the warmth I felt earlier is gone... I'm not dreaming 