The following is a few scenes from RPML-2025's Episode 3:Phantasmagoria &
Canival
Enjoy!

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	I have dreams.

	Dreams about how the KCF came and took over Japan. I see the armies
of Sables and the Yuro's pouring out of the rift opened in Nerima. I see the
few that are willing to stand and defend their home, get cut down by their
attackers, while the lucky ones eventually realize that the day is lost and
they run away.

	But it always ends the same way.

	I see a woman with short red hair, she seems to be protecting a
little girl from this one attacker that wore a long black cloak. The cloaked
man raises his arm, with a metal claw mounted on his wrist, and then he
swings it down and slices her throat open. The woman falls and soon is laying
in a large pool of her own blood, poured out from her neck.

	And then I see _him_.

	His face full of rage and hate for the cloaked one, he draws out his
large weapon, some sort of bastard sword, and charges. I now know that the
woman that was killed was his wife, and the girl she was protecting was their
daughter.

	He never exacted his revenge on the cloaked one though.

	No, the one in the cloak created some large ball of ki and sent it at
him. The next thing I know, everything is bright, I can't see. And then, I
wake up.

	This was my first link to _him_.

	This was how he began to reach me, in my mind.

	But tonight's dream was different...

				* * * * * *

	The dream starts off with me falling. Falling through darkness.

	And then I land in dark murky water, as I get up, the sounds of
thousands upon thousands of rats are heard from all around me.

	I run.

	As I run I feel as if images from an entire lifetime are flashing
past me, of battles from ancient times I never been to, of friendships and
relationships I never had, and some haunting words I have never heard before.

	"I have done my part, so until we meet again, your destiny is in your
hands."

	The words "your destiny" echo as the world around me suddenly bursts
into flames and this dreamscape looks like hell itself. I see in the distance
a young girl, at least sixteen. As she turns around I notice something odd
about her. Her ears are like those of an animal's, with gray and black fur,
and she has a long thick gray tail with black rings around it. She reminds me
of the Kitsune, only she seems more raccoon than fox.

	"Erika..." A sad and familiar voice sobs. It sounds as if the speaker
was right next to me, with his mouth near my ear.

	The girl smiles at me, in a warm and loving way. I wonder if she even
knows that someone is upset about her. That someone is being torn apart
because of her. But this pondering is short lived.

	In an instant a look of fear and panic spreads across the girl's face
as her chest rips open from the inside and blood sprays all over. The girl
slumps to the fiery ground, blood soaking her dress, and drooling from her
mouth. From the flames a figure, another girl, slowly takes form. And with
her, a cold and evil laughter, as if she was mocking me.

	No.

	She's mocking the one I heard but couldn't see.

	her form comes into complete view, revealing a woman dressed is full
armor, colored a crimson red.

	Like the flames.

	Like the blood around the girl.

	Like my unseen spectator's anger, of which I can feel strongly.

	The woman reels her head back as she laughs louder, and the flames
once again takes her away from my vision. But as they lower and bring her
back into view, she is no longer the same. She's laying against a wall that
never seemed to be there before, her hand impaled to it like someone was
trying to crucify her. Her face, slashed, cut, bruised, torn, and broken. One
eye socket, the left, is empty and slowly bleeding from the bottom. Her
stomach looks as if it was... Oh god, her stomach was ripped and torn to
sheds, her lower ribs exposed, covered with red gore, he intestine are
spilled out in her lap. And yet she still laughs at him, as if her shattered
jaw had nothing wrong with it.

	I couldn't stand the laughing anymore.

	It had to stop.

	But it didn't.

	Make her stop!

	"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" the unseen one shouts, and I know he
couldn't stand it either.

	Her laughs fade along with her gruesome body, only to be replaced
with a small sense of security.

	And then _she_ was there. The woman with the short red hair. The one
that I've seen night after horrible night, killed by having her throat ripped
open.

	And for the first time ever, she spoke, her words seemed filled with
kindness and love, yet harbored some form of sympathy.

	"I promise I will not leave you."

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	That's when I woke up. My T-shirt clinging to my body due to sweat.
And my covers look as if I've been thrashing violently in bed all night long.
I run my hand through my hair, which also seems to be wet because of sweat,
and mutter about how I need to stop dreaming altogether. Even if _he_ needs
to speak to me through them.

	I get out of bed and shamble my way towards the bathroom. On the way
I stop by the mirror and look into it.

	I still look damn sexy, even after a rough night like that, and
without me even combing. I'm sure me and him'll have some "fun" after our
plans are complete. The thought of being with someone that I feel so close to
brought a smile to my face.

	"Annie," I said to myself in the mirror. "You're one incredible girl,
and that's all I got to say about that." And with a chuckle I go into the
bathroom to get myself ready for the long day I have ahead of me.

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---Petes
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