I was walking down the winding road towards the sea, when to my right I saw something on the stone fence. Lying there, weathered-looking and worn, was my old diary. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen it.
Its cover still blue, I flicked open the pages and to some extent the content was still legible, though most of the ink was washed out from days of rain. I flipped it closed and opened it from the back instead, where I found the voluptuous writing of a girl. Someone else had written in it! It occured to me how fun it would be if perhaps more people had written random stuff in it, rather than feeling any sort of breach into my integrity or property.
The entry was about leaving an instrument somewhere, among other things, and seconds after having read it I ran into a girl called Ellie. We'd met before and while I wasn't sure I even remembered her name, it became obvious that she knew me well and had written that entry very much aimed at me. I wasn't sure of her intentions and she wasn't playing with an open hand so I tried holding her to gauge her reaction. She was mildly evasive but I persisted and she gave after. We stood chatting for a while and I tried grazing my lips on her forehead. It occured to me that this was a girl who required me to be assertive. I spun her around so I could hold her from behind and then went into a kiss from there.
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We were travelling across London's Tube network-
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A Heroes of the Storm match was raging and our two teams were killing the Shrine Guardians strewn across the mid gauntlet and after having survived the enemies' Punisher's onslaught, and them about to gain another one, suddenly we hit enough points to win its favour. It started running down their lane while I got stuck inside some sort of fence in my tank. This is when it switched over to first person. Being sieged up, I tried lobbing some grenades to blow holes in it, but nothing happened and my team mate urged me to hurry up - we didn't have much time.
I unsieged and we found the auction with the orphans, infiltrating it discreetly as they were being sent off in different directions. We pretended to be herding three of them; at least we'd be able to bring them out of tyranny's hands. My commanding officer rushed back in to try and get more, his green rain poncho blowing heavily in the wind. Just as he'd gone, our captain rushed up to meet the rest of us:
"We have to move! I'm picking up some impossible sounds and movement! It could be a Zerg swarm!"
Just as we were about to get the children aboard, the wall opposite crunched and gave way as an enormous ship snaked its way through. It first looked alive, before I realised that the bow was just made like a dragon's head, the rest of the hull put together in links so that it flexed, writhed and moved. It came with ferocity and speed, tearing throw the floor planks of the great pier house without hardly any resistance before stopping just meters from where we were standing.
