I was standing around in a room where I and my parents were staying when I remembered that I could levitate objects. I began playing with this ability, practicing on various objects around the room. After a few tries I got the basic process down, which felt like pulling some muscle at the back of my mind. After this, the object would levitate a short distance into the air, from which I could drag it around, raise it, or drop it.
Leaning directly over it with my hands on the table, I moved a pitcher of tea, barely avoiding slopping the beverage over it's edges before setting it back down. Later, I was levitating Dad's fast food drink when I accidentally dashed it on the floor. I leapt down from my resting place and recovered the thankfully unharmed drink. I then had fun zooming objects around the room.
Later, I was in a mall, being shown by some other bystanders a dark hallway, looking like the hallways leading towards the bathrooms, but ending in a dark opening. A group I was a part of had decided that the club residing down the hallway, of which nothing was known, had to be infiltrated. I remembered having tried to do so previously, before I had remembered my levitation powers.
Stiff and fearful that I would be found out for a what I was, I approached the entrance. The two people standing in the shadows there started scanning me, looking over me to determine if I was an authorized member. I hoped that by some fluke I would be able to pass, or that their scanning would be inadequate and I would get by anyway. Finding no obvious indication, they escorted me to another room.
They started to explain the situation while I stood, nervous, frightful, and uncomprehending. I wondered if I would be joining their group, or if I was about to be killed or imprisoned. Finally, I broke down and pulled out my gun, shooting all who were present. I saw a shape through a rough set of metal shelving and shot it too, finishing off my ammunition and dropping my gun.
I ran, looking around for something else that could be used as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe on a shelf, I pulled it towards me before it hit my hands with a slap. Shortly later, a surviving employ stood in front of me with a stick in their hands, which I pulled away. I then began trying to use jedi-like motions to push and pull objects, which didn't work too well.
I found a disgruntled employee whom I teamed up with, and soon the scenery changed to that of a grocery store. Grabbing some Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread for the road, I pondered getting another gun with my military ID that was in my pocket, which I knew I could do if I found a proper terminal, or rearming my old one, although I couldn't find it. We got on the employee's motorcycle, intending to go somewhere.
I was in a farm house with a few other people during a wartime environment. Having just entered the house and noticing the cold, I made to close the door leading to the unoccupied parts of the house, but was told not to because the upstairs had to be heated.
Later, we got into a vehicle which was easier to heat, but quite small for all of us. These vehicles were elaborate, containing multiple doors and a ringing system on the exterior by which to request entrance. They consisted primarily of black metal, and drove very smoothly and fast. Their exterior sizes varied a bit, and the interiors tended to be somewhat spacious, if small in comparison to the farm house.
In order to let them do their work, I left to go to the front lines and try to do some good. They zoomed off and I walked forward. Getting stuck on an enemy vehicle which started up shortly afterward, I was dragged under a powerline, getting a short zap as it ran over me, and through a field before I managed to get inside.
There was noone else inside the vehicle, and I figured that it must be a decoy sent toward the front lines. Taking control of it, I drove over to the place where the vehicle containing the others was and popped the heating cap off of the heating unit in my vehicle, which would hopefully allow us to have more heat. I hopped out and rang frantically and repeatedly for one of the side doors, which soon opened.
Handing the knob inside and hopping in myself before shutting the door, the person inside said that it wasn't the right knob, and handed me a drawing showing how it should look. I told them that i had probably just imagined it differently.
I was going to some sort of camp, and had carried the new family camera and a 32meg flash card. On my way to the camp after the others had gotten ahead of me, I lost the card.
After looking for the card, I continued on my way to the camp, riding my elephant and carrying a ferret and another organism. The elephant had great difficulty on the slopes, but we eventually made it, after I put together the broken flash memory cards which had popped out of the critters after we made it up, and put them back in their slots.
The next day, there was a computer fair in the grassy area in front of the camp. I asked an older man first if he had seen a flash memory card, but after he said no and walked away I figured that I probably sounded like I wanted him to answer a survey.
I went to the booth where I thought I had dropped the card and asked if they had found one. They immediately said yes, taking me in and dropping it into my hand. Before turning it over I told them that I thought it was a 32meg card, to verify that it was mine and that I wasn't scamming them. The label on the other side of the card was covered in black marker however, and quite unreadable. I pocketed the card, eager to get to my camera and try it out.
I was walking around mall-ish place, nowhere to get food, nothing to do. I ordered a taco from a Mexican restaurant and ate it while pondering what else to get, but by the time I was ready the restaurant had disappeared. I looked for a nearby chinese restaurant, but it had disappeared as well.
I was wandering around when my parents pulled up for a boat show that was occurring, and began following them around for lack of anything better to do.
I was in a dune buggy type vehicle, riding along with Mom. We were on a paved road along with some other similar vehicles, on some platform above a planet. We picked up some scraps from earth- foam paddles and a pen- and put them outside of the vehicle, where the atmosphere would break them down and then allow the car to absorb the material, helping it produce the things it needed to produce. Other vehicles were also looking for such materials.
The dune buggies went very fast and accelerated quickly as well. After picking up these materials, we dropped off of the platform and fell to the planet bellow.
I had been sent to an insane house on Mars, although I was not aware of it at first. I was in an area on the outside of the house, along with many of my fellow prisoners, some of which were my classmates, and had just been handed a sheet of exercises for the week. As it was friday, I could complete them all, and delighted in them as many were words to be translated to French. After I became aware of where I was, I was supremely annoyed and couldn't wait to get out.
Eventually I got settled in, organizing shipments of Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread to be made. There was an army run inside the house, and I joined it. I and three other members were to invade a battlefield, and set out. We had two trucks, which I don't think we used. The enemy had a number of trucks and weird turrets, which weren't immediately recognizable, until I saw one of my allies shoot them and saw a blue-clad enemy pop out. I tried to shoot him as well, but did not succeed.
Unable to hit any of the enemies with either of the guns, which were formed by my right hand and left hands curled up into gun-like shapes, I stayed behind the enemy truck from which I had shot the turret-man, and waited, trying to shoot other enemies. One charged up to me, and was somehow destroyed. I at first thought him to be one of my allies, and radioed in as such, but then realized he wasn't and corrected myself.
One of my allies had, however, fallen, and the other two hopped in the truck I was in, soon followed by me, and began driving away. One fell out, and I opened the door to fire upon some enemies.
We made it back to the insane home, and I reported to the army HQ, where, after seeing a number of aging people, I was told to turn around and slowly did so after deciding that loyalty came first. One of the aging people emptied some sort of submachine gun into my back, and I exited the room, seeing as I did so the one young leader in the room being dragged away shouting "NO!".
I found my parents, who were also there, and we left in shopping carts, as there were no cars to be found. We went to the mall, where I looked for the Kiki's Delivery Service DVD, but didn't find it. They got some chinese food and, with my persuasion, we went to the hospital. I had also gained a shot through the leg which had went all the way through on the battlefield, I found as I examined myself on the way there.
I was sitting in a car, listening to a story on the radio about a group of teenagers who had cut their thumbs off and then tried to sew a gelatin replacement on their hands. The procedure had gone wrong, leaving them with no thumbs.
I then began imagining what it would be like to eat without a thumb, and pondered with pictures flowing through my mind how easy it would be to eat various foods.
I was playing the latest internal release of Diverse Empires while developing it, and fixing minor bugs as I found them. I was walking around a map that the other admins were on and which one admin had recently made.
My computer emitted a loud sound and the screen quickly flashed to white. I frantically tried to ask the other admins if that was planned, and wondered what was wrong with my computer, shying away from it.
I walked to the place where the other admins had been and didn't see them, but then saw their names appearing as if they were talking, although I didn't see any message, and I quickly realized that I had found a bug that occurs when players leave and reenter the map. I left and reentered the map myself to fix the bug.
I was surfing a games site, reading about some games made by a company that was competing with the one I was with by making an RPG at the same time as we were making ours. Featuring a design of yellow and blue, the site was quick to load, and gave the company's two games good reviews.
One was a rainbowey tetris game for windows which was played on the desktop, the display appearing behind the icons as if it were the desktop picture. Large strings of colorful blocks would fall down the landscape, and you could move them with the arrow keys, left or right. The site had a miniature demo of this, and I played it for a bit.
The other game was something of an RPG, based in the desert. Your character, dressed in black, could walk between the various screens and town. There was another person, named Jack, whom you had to kill as often as you could.
One of the numerous groups of merchants in town, who all dressed completely in black, could help you do this easily, so I tried to talk to them after reading about them on a pedestal that held up images of them. They moved about a bit, but didn't do anything.
A beetle scurried out from under their legs, and I grabbed some tissues and tried to squash it, very fearful and nervous under the merchants' gaze. I finally squashed the head off and watched as giblets crawled between the head and the body, then got a many a tissue and cleaned up the mess.
I was a member of some law enforcement organization, living in a house with my fellow members. A man, who helped us at times, pulled up to the house's driveway, yelling.
A number of us got out, and discovered that what had happened was that some of his clothes, which he called his linens, from the rack that he kept on the outside of his car had disappeared. I was at the car along with him and some other people, looking around. I saw some batteries, guns, and bullets on the ground, so after consulting with him I put them in the trunk and closed it. I waited at the car while the others went inside.
A man ran up to the front of the car, carrying a large gun, and hurried to load it with ammunition. I opened the trunk again and hurried to pull out a short pistol I had replaced there, aiming at him and firing. It made a small sound, but no shot came out. The man nevertheless fell over, eyes open, and looked rather dead. I started walking over to examine him when he got back up, saying that he was surprised I thought an unloaded gun could kill him.
I grabbed some weapons and slammed the trunk shut, then ran into the back door of the house, unable to bring myself to yell as terror rushed over me. I closed the door and dropped the guns on the counter of the kitchen I had entered, starting to sputter out what had happened.
I was in a room with walls made of cement blocks and painted white, like in my school's classrooms. The walls roughly formed a square, although the wall across from me seemed to be infinitely distant, and a small wall extending to my right, as well as to the side of the player opposite to me. I, my classmates, and some other people were in the room, all siting in immobile desks. A giant ball was being kicked around, and there were teams.
I, as well as the player opposite to me and possibly others, possessed a gun that I thought of a sniper rifle. With it, one could shoot people, which disabled them for a time, the ball, making it move, or use it as a stick to hit the ball. After playing the team game for a while, we started playing free for all, and the person who had put the game together started calling out people's names, asking them to sing a song as they played.
I was in a warehouse and saw a person that I had never before met in real life, but knew from the internet. I greeted him, but he simply threw kitchen knives at me repeatedly, crying. I dodged the knives and tried to figure out what was wrong, thinking that he just didn't recognize me.
He questioned me, asking how I could dodge all his knives, and I responded that that was what I did, and I had become skilled at it.