So here we go ..........

It was midnight on New Year's Eve and my car had broken down, and I was in the middle of nowhere on the side of a mountain, in a heavily forested area, and it had just started snowing. And to make it worse, my phone had no connection. Luckily though, I did have some provisions and backpack and even access to some tools ... rope, axe, knife, compass etc. Not to mention I also had a bit of an arsenal.

I'd gotten into this situation, due to responding to a distress call, that appeared to be from my long lost brother Rufus.

Alas, I'd had to borrow a car from the New Year's Eve Party I was at with my girlfriend Warren, as mine was currently buried under a snow-slide. Of course, no-one was willing to lend me anything even approaching a decent vehicle, so this beatup barely running crapbox, was lent to me by some drunk I should have ignored, but needs must ... though now I was regretting it, as it was no longer even running ... and who knew why, though I certainly wasn't surprised.

Anyway, there was a pile of blankets on the rear seat, even if they did smell somewhat terrible.

I am hoping that there might be something useful in the rear boot (trunk) of the sedan.

So I stop my cursing and swearing and open the driver's door to get out.

I could just sit here and hope for a passerby, but that was a risk too ... especially on a night like this. I'd also heard that there was supposed to be a serial killer in the area ... though that was just rumor right now, as the police were keeping information about the three murdered gamers to themselves. It had slipped out though, including the fact they all had accounts at a store called GOG ... which incidentally I also belong to.

Time to stop procrastinating and get out of the car, my trusty rifle in hand.

The first thing I notice, is .......

...the head of a bespectacled nerd on a pike, underneath a sign "Gamer genocide has begun, hahaha! Death to Goglodytes!".
I released the safety catch on my rifle (at least I thought that's what I was doing, being a gamer I'd never operated a real gun before...but I've played so many shooters, the real thing can't be that different, can it?) and slowly advanced towards a dilapidated little hut, which had smoke rising from its chimney...was the evil serial killer hunting down gamers living there?

There didn't appear to be any road or path, perhaps just a game trail, leading to the hut. So I took to what was previously a corn field, and advanced quietly toward the hut, keeping close to the ground and using whatever cover I could find. Then suddenly a door on my side of the hut opened, and ...

...my brother Rufus came out. Or at least it sounded like him, because he was singing some bizarre song to himself, and it was my brother's voice. But he didn't look like a normal human, he looked like the cartoon character Rufus from the Daedalic adventure Deponia. Was I just imagining this? Or had my brother really been turned into a video game character? And how did the anti-gamer serial killer fit into this? What was going on here?

Was Virtuality and Reality getting it on together? Or did maybe someone spike my drink at the New Year's Eve Party?

I felt like calling out to Rufus, but I was worried and feeling delusional.
Certainly Rufus did not look like he was in need of any help ... except maybe a few more pixels.

Then suddenly Rufus was pushed aside and this large butch woman stepped out of the cottage.

She looked right at me, as if she knew I was there, and she was toting not one shotgun, but two ... both double-barrel.

And then with a voice that sounded like a bear on steroids, she called out.

"I know you're out there."
"You have five minutes to leave my property or I will set the dogs free."

And to ensure she was taken seriously, some skinny short dude stepped out of the hut, with two very large Rottweilers attached to him by chains.

That was too much for me, and ....

I yelled, "Look behind you, a three headed monkey!"
Everybody turned their heads to look even the dogs.
The lady tried to shoot both shotguns at the three headed monkey hiding behind a bush. But dual wielding shotguns don't work in real life, they flew out of her hands.
The uninjured three headed monkey ran like heck out of Dodge.
I took out a large steak covered with honey out of my backpack.
I tossed it at the distracted large lady...

And then I awoke from my dream trance.

Man are some dreams crazy, often they don't even make sense, and that one qualified for sure.

I wonder what brought it on ... aliens perhaps or a spiked drink at the party.

Was that butch woman really staring at me, and how did she know I was there? I thought I had done well and kept myself out of sight. Maybe I had triggered some alarm ... or her eyesight or senses were more than human.

I was reluctant to move, just in case it gave me and my position away ... but maybe I was already detected.

What to do?
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