I had a dream just last night that I shipwrecked onto this large island, where a crazy guy was sacrificing people and abusing women as some sort of a cult leader. Me and this other guy who was in my boat found these burned villages (like a New England fishing village, but full of burned mutilated bodies). We found some inhabited towns, with a few houses full of people still holding out, but the rest of the island was completely destroyed - the feeling I got from this island was "Ravenholm" (if you've played half-life 2, you know what that feeling is). We saw one of their sick ceremonies and then I decided to assassinate the leader. I waited in his house until he came in, but when he came in he turned into a very old man with very hairy arms. He had already drawn his gun by the time I thought to reach for mine, and he asked if I was planning to shoot him. I said naw, that gun is just for show cause it's so pretty. Then he asked if I was trying to take his place, and I was really confused until I realized that I was wearing shoulder-length gloves made of goatskin with the hair on the outside that made my arms look hairy like his.
I left. Then me and the guy I was with went into one of the last holdout houses to either think up an escape plan or an attack plan.
They came for us that night, and set the house on fire. I was armed only with my S&W Model 10 (and two speedloaders), but it was too dark, and they were too far away to get a good shot. Besides the house was on fire. They captured us (I put my S&W Model 10 into a smart carry) and I handed them my partially-burned holster, and explained that the gun had burned. Seemed to satisfy them.
They had this huge temple thing built for the guy. They were lining up the captured men, and the ones who didn't convert and make a sacrifice were sacrificed by the next convert. The captured women were in a cage behind the leader's pulpit. I decided that I would pretend to convert, then shoot the leader and however many bodyguards I could.
But before I got there (I was second in line) one of the bodyguards took me aside. You know those creepy people, like the ushers at a church where they're too friendly or a too-friendly salesman at a car dealership, where they touch you on the small of your back and make patronizing small talk? The bodyguard was like that. A thin guy, not beefy or muscular, he just looked like an usher. But he was touching all around my waist, not-so-discreetly frisking me for a gun. As he was doing this and talking to me (I didn't hear what he was saying) he was leading me out of the main room. As we were leaving, he finds my Model 10 in the smart carry. So we're walking out of the room with his hand on my crotch, and he leads me into a small coat-closet outside the main room, and the door closes behind me. He's still talking to me like he's trying to make a sale, and I can't draw my gun because his hand is on it. Just as I realize what he's doing, he draws a short sword and starts to stab me with it!
I block his right hand and he only manages to stab me about 1 inch into my sternum just below where my ribs come together, and with my other hand I pull out my Case folding knife, and I fillet his arm. I remember seeing the flesh peeled away from his arm. Then he starts punching me with his other hand and I'm still slicing away. He drops the knife, and picks it up with his other hand, and I then grab his wrist and start slashing at his throat. He quickly succombs to blood loss (but his blood looks very strangely watered-down). I cover him with a few coats, and hope nobody heard the scuffle. I step out, and there's the procession after the conclusion of the ceremony, with everybody cheering, him smiling and waving.
I draw my Model 10 and cock the hammer. I remember thinking "this is taking forever, somebody is going to see me and he's gonna get away before I can line up this shot" but it was slow motion, and I put one 135 grain Gold Dot into the bridge of his nose. After that slow motion, everything went super-fast. I shot two bodyguards so fast that I didn't hear separate shots. I reloaded with one of my two speedloaders as people were panicking all around me. I remember seeing the guy I was with, standing dazed with blood around his mouth, then lining up the sights on him.
Aaaaaaaand that's when my alarm clock went off.
Pretty freaky. I couldn't use my gun because the cult leader drew his first - then because it was too dark - then because the usher had his hand on it. All very logical reasons. Not that this has much to do with the thread, but it was interesting, and now that I've gotten it out of my system I can get on with my life.