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Had quite the Dream last night.



In the dream, my college was at some Anti-Bush protest, because, well, we're Evergreen, it's what we do, and Bush actually showed up. People yelled at him, and he said "You know what, I'm sick of all you whining hippies telling me what to do. So you're all going to be relocated to an abandoned island (that still has basic buildings and stuff) and you can live your little Love and Peace lives there!"



Well, as you can imagine, I wasn't too pleased about this, but we didn't have any choice, so we were all shipped off to the island. The first thing I decided was that someone was going to have to take charge, and it was going to have to be me, since, let's face it, anyone else would just screw up. Having decided this, I called everyone to attention and proceeded to sort people into groups based on who knew what: building, natural plants, first aid, etc.



Then, naturally there was obligatory few whiners who didn't like how things were going. I beat up the only one who got physical , and treated the rest to the standard "We have to stick together or die so suck it up and do what I say" speech. After the dissenters had been firmly set back in line, I realized that the whole thing was a diversion so that another evil bitch could sabotoge our supply base.



Thoroughly pissed, I rallied my troops to hunt her down and punish her. I even got a good Lord of the Flies "Kill the Bitch" chant started. Finally, I found her. I wasn't too pissed off, by now, because the key to any successful leadership is a good base of enforcers, and enforcers are more loyal when you initiate them early. I saw that hunting down and killing this obvious threat to our survival en mass would solidify my position and guarantee the loyalty of my enforcement troops.



Only there was a snag! The bitch had purposefully lured me to the secret resting place of the Elder God Cthullhu and was trying to feed me to it. So, I killed her, and then, whaddaya know, Ol' Cthullhu figured that I was the one who had set up the whole thing and she was the sacrifice. So I got a demon-made diadem with super-spiffy powers. I was so happy! Let's see those whining hippies oppose my rule now! Screw the hippies, let's see the rest of the WORLD do anything! Then, at the height of of my triumph, I woke up.



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Yes, I dream of tyranny, death and demons - doesn't everyone?