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The worst dream I ever had was when I was around eight or nine. The dream began at night (like 9:00 PM) and I was in the kitchen fixing myself something to eat when I saw my parents' car leaving and blasting down the road. Naturally I panicked (keep in mind my age when I had this nightmare) and tried to get a hold of someone.

And then another car comes in the driveway. I'm hoping the person in it is just pulling in to change direction, but it steps out of the car and it's some fucking horse/human hybrid thing. Kind of like a satyr, I guess (obviously didn't know what they were called when I was younger). It creeps across the gravel driveway, and I hide behind my kitchen's wall as it darts up the stairs and into the darkness of the hallway and into my parents' empty bedroom.

I am terrified out of my wits now and quietly slip out of the house to go get help. As I'm turning on the street to get sanctuary in my neighbor's house I notice there is a light in my parents' window, and that thing is up there doing god knows what. Without even seeing me, it somehow senses that I've escaped the house, lets out this fucking horrifying, soul piercing shriek, and I can hear the stairs creaking as it darts down them to come and do god knows what to me. The dream ended before I could see it burst through the front door.

That dream fucked me up for awhile. I still don't like talking about it often.

Johnny Hobo - The Politics of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand on a Broken Bottle

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Imagine a depressed, alcoholic snail on heroin, and you'd have an idea of how slow I am when it comes to writing.

The Cure - One Hundred Years

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Yami Shibai is a fun one.

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Qui habitat in adiutorio altissimi

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Bay

I'm not being melodramatic, I was laughing. x)

That sarcasm is so thick you could cut it...

SAVE MEEEEE

Sunny Day Real Estate - In Circles

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 Support - Though it would be more of an edit than an overhaul as you said, the informal style and borderline insults of the QS are unprofessional and juvenile and would be better off replaced.

People try and say that should reduce the fear because once you die, you'll have nothing to fear because you won't exist. But that makes it much more depressing for me.

Yep

I'm on the mosquito chapter.

• vomits* I love Uzumaki.

I was ranting to my mother, who's usually very humble, about some douchebag I knew who objectified women constantly and was a complete liar. Her unexpected response?

"Heh. He sounds like the type of guy who wouldn't get laid in a monkey whorehouse with bananas in his hand."

I love my crazy mum.

I'm gonna have to object to that statement about legends disappearing in big city areas. I live in the New York metropolitan area, but I've been further down into the city itself and I know the ins and outs of the streets like the back of my hand. Once in awhile you'll surely hear rumors about sewer 'gators, mutated rats, subway cults and the like.

I don't usually emphasize on grammar issues, but since this is so short I will here:

1: "Wether" should be "whether", in all instances.

2: "There for" = "Therefore" (grammatically recognized as one word)

3: Title - "Collecter" = "Collector"

As for the story itself, it seems a bit random. The "big reveal" at the end, due to lack of any build up or indication, seems more funny than anything else. It also doesn't make much sense. He collects "lives"? How can he collect an abstract noun? I'd imagine it would make more sense if he collected bodies or heads. That would sound a little more cliche, I guess, but at least it makes more sense.

I'm not an expert on micropastas, but I'd work on this a bit. Mainly, give us some more indication that something is wrong with the protagonist, rather than just propelling us into his insanity with that final line.

Jay is this wiki's master trolle.