It was move-in day and I had gotten back on campus early. The snow was still fresh when I walked up the stairs outside of the lecture hall. I sat down on a bench when I saw a car pull up, out of which came other students and their parents. They seemed lost, wandering aimlessly while giving me weird looks.

I walked into a dark corner of a McDonalds in order to sign in on a Mac that was sitting on top of one of the recycling areas. I just wanted to log on real quick to check something using someone else’s account. When I logged out, I looked around to find that there were quite a few people sleeping here with their heads down on the table.

The sun was just coming over the horizon when we got the order to evacuate. A big storm was coming and our house was on the beach. “They water is so green today” my father commented while laying on the beach lounger. I thought that it looked abnormally blue but I didn’t say anything.

People in the hotel room were talking about a juvenile detention center in Crimea when I went to go take a shower. I carried a large compilation of theses with me into the bathroom while thinking about the semester ahead. I realized that winter break was quickly ending and that I had forgotten to hand in an assignment that I had promised to make up for.

It was going to be Renn Fayre soon. I was pushing my shopping cart full of groceries through the subway when I walked past her. She didn’t seem to notice.

I held the Artifact in my hand while being informed that a French spy had been sent to kill the Austrian king (me). I was due to potentially succeed onto two thrones in the case that the other kings died. I would get shot at every time I walked past the window in front of our kitchen until I got to the other side or behind a curtain. I tried to draw the curtains shut as a solution but found out that they were much too short to cover the entire window.

I was visiting someone who was living in a shipping container. I had to crawl through a small waist-height hole to get into their room. The other areas in the compound were defined as “open pads” or “common pads”.

I was playing as Russia in EU4 and distributing land among my vassals after a war. A cowardly general had led us to victory.

We were playing a card game that used multiple decks of poker cards. When we finished, we wanted to return the three decks to their respective owners. Mine was the one with the “White Joker” card backs. A friend had sleeves on theirs while another had “Spicy Shrimp” cards.

I was trying to walk back to my dorm in the middle of the night but it was so dark that I couldn’t see the path in front of me. The canyon was to my right and the lights from the rooms on the other side were reflecting off of the water. I sat on the dirt in resignation as I heard a couple of cats congregating around me.