Lost Rock Band

The tropical sun beats down on our bare skin, the tatters of clothing barely cling to our bodies and leave little to the imagination. I can feel my skin getting burned, I won't last long on this unforgiving island. If the sun doesn't cook us alive the minotaur will make quick work of the five of us. Luckily night approaches as we make our way inland, one of the girls twists her ankle on the rocky terrain. The beautiful red sandstone crumbles often under our weight, even more so now that we're carrying Amy. The stars start to show when we find a sunken circular pit. The steep sides are unnavigable but the pit is full of many large boulders that provide access. In the middle of the pit, all the Rock Band instruments are set up on a especially large and flat boulder. There is no TV, or video game counsel, and all the wires from the instruments lead into the boulder. We have to leave Amy at the cliffs edge to explore the pit, she helps guild us toward the center. We reach the middle as the sun disappears, and only twilight remains. Our other female companion takes lead vocals, I play lead guitar and the other two guys play drum and bass. I feel out of place, being the only overweight person in an otherwise fit, and attractive band. We proceed to play three or four epic rock songs that I've never heard. If I were a musician I feel like I could have captured these songs and then shared them with the world, but alas they are lost in my dream state. As we finish the last song the rock we've been playing on begins glowing and starts shaking. We frantically scramble out of the pit with Amy screaming directions at us from the pit's edge. The rocks shift, rearrange, disappear under the earth, new rocks are forced up, and the minotaur is on his way. We can hear him crashing through the tropical forest just east of us. We dash south, back to the beaches, Steve carrying Amy. Even though the island has shifted we have to find the pit again, avoid the minotaur, and play the Rock Band instruments, otherwise the island will be destroyed.
It's warm, the stars dominate the sky, the ocean is just loud enough to say hello, we sleep on red rocks.

Silent Hill Soccer

Wandering through a dilapidated hospital with a small group of friends. We all had different weapons, myself wielding a handgun. A sense of urgency, and hyper awareness on the cusp of panic coursed through the group. My heart hurt in my chest it was beating so fast. Having survived the horrors of the previous night, made anticipating the next ones that much worse. Stumbling from room to room, finding nothing but abandoned hospital equipment, corpses, and dead monsters, the tension built, always waiting for the other boot to fall, but it never came.

We found our way outside, and saw a huge structure looming in the distance. The twilight giving away the building's profile against the darkening sky. Being outside calms the group, and we all take a moment to catch our breath. The street lamps come on, sodium buzzing in our ears and illuminating the disrepair on a two-lane highway. Scattering to navigate the large pot-holes and uneven surfaces, we resemble a search party more than a survival group. The structure grows faster than I anticipated and soon we discover that the structure is a football stadium.

Cautiously walking past the broken wrought-iron gate, we enter the crumbling stadium. The field is brown and moss covered, but still level and the two soccer goals still have the majority of their tattered nets. The field is soft and spongy, and the seats are inaccessible as they are raised at least 12 feet above the field. While I notice no lights the open air stadium seems too bright for what is now night. Even the full moon cannot explain the full illumination. Two teams come out from the locker room. The University of Michigan men's soccer team and some other nameless university. Fans appear in the stands but attendance is low and the stands appear largely empty. The teams have changed into Hockey jerseys with the nameless U in Detroit Red Wing jerseys and Michigan is some other pro hockey jersey, the same brown green colors found on the field. Nameless U scores in the first minute of play. I'm torn between cheering for the Wings jersey and cheering for my alma mater. Making up my mind, I cheer for Michigan as they streak down the field and almost score.

Our group decides that we need to get off of the sidelines and into the stands. We exit through the tunnel with the broken gate and are walking around the stadium's perimeter. The night is warm and the moon is beautiful.

Lost

I'm on an island. My world view is how Pokemon Black looks. The 2.5D environment is hard to navigate and I often find myself tilting my vision into awkward angles and being unable to recognize anything. I need to travel on a light rail system to reach my destination, but a centipede the exact size of the rail-cars is preventing anyone from riding the tram. I know that electricity will either slay the beast or at least cause it to vacate the rail system. Eventually I train a Pikachu to zap the beast, there is a small celebratory animation and I get on the train.

When I exit the tram my perspective changes and now I'm a character on LOST. My main objective is to keep a record of everyone's back story. Obviously the back stories are all connected in some way and I have to find all the connections to make sure everyone belongs on the island. The stories get more and more convoluted in order to connect to everyone. I eventually give up and go sunbathing. I'm confused why this tropical island, which should be a living hell of bugs, sand, malnutrition, and dirty ripped up cloths is actually similar to a beach resort. The thought quickly escapes my mind and I enjoy the hot tropical sun.