Our Bastion and Reinhardt were camping the first chokepoint on Hanamura defense. I saw a cloaked figure approach us from the left but by the time I alerted the pair it was already too late and we got backstabbed.

We were at the bottom of the pit at King’s Row. There was a platform on a pulley and seemed to go up forever. I was unsure if it would carry us back up to the surface. Two Mercys were flying up and down in an attempt to escape.

I set the turtle plush that I was given as a present down by the stairs before walking out of the hotel. I was cosplaying as Ana but also had a face mask on that was obstructing my view. We were trying to fight for the first point on Hollywood but the gun prop I had carried with me was useless. Some people were asking where one of the characters that someone else had dressed up as was from. “Some American reality TV show” someone replied.

We were visiting an orphanage and I pointed at a jar of pear jam. “How are we supposed to count this?” I asked.

I drove and parked our RV in an alley next to the church on the cliff overlooking the Mediterranean coast. When I stepped out, I asked an old man how he had been doing. He asked us how advanced calculators became in the year 2016 and I told him that we were long past that. It was currently the mid-90s.

I had woken up in a room full of people in front of an elevator. I quickly stood up, gathered my things, and rushed into the cramped elevator.

I said nothing as I stood by the round dining table as a friend’s family dinner was beginning. By the end of the meal, everyone was looking at another guest as silence fell over the room. Unable to handle the awkward tension, I stepped out onto the street. It was dark, but I knew where to turn to get back onto the main street.

The bed was very crowded and I couldn’t sleep properly. It was still nighttime and the lights were on when I was woken up to be asked when I wanted to wake up in the morning. Apparently there was a big annual party being thrown at midnight today. They were so well established they even had a book about this recurring party. “I don’t know if I want to go” I said as I flipped through the pages of photos. Hundreds of people were supposed to be there tonight.

I was playing Overwatch once again on Illios:Well. Junkrat had an ability where he could carry Bastion on his back and walk around. There was a cherry Starburst in my hand. We were all sitting around the well.

Class was interrupted because there was a crowd of people outside chanting that they had found “the code”. I walked out of the door to see each person holding up a card like you would see at the arrivals terminal of an airport. On each card was XX followed by a four-digit code (e.g. XX3336). Upon seeing the cards, I fell to the ground and went into a hysterical fit of laughter as I attempted to crawl out of the situation.