april 30th story, old needs retooling

******some of you may remember this from a long fucking time ago, around april 30th to be exact. i never went further with it because it needed serious re tooling. i think i posted up to about day 4 in the thread before i decided that parts were too self inserty for my liking, and that i would need to seriously retool it. but it was also around this time that i also thought up a fairly interesting alt take on the events. so im pastebining this whole damn thing for now, will retool the shit out of it at a later point in time, but other than that, the means to the end will be about the same... final note, only the text in the stars was added, everything else was as is sense april 30th*******

i cant spell, i cant write dialogue, so dont expect miracles from me, also dont count on me takeing the story where you want.

>wake up... slow
>what is this smell... is is pine needles? christmas was a long fucking time ago... wheres this smell coming from?
>groggy as fuck you slowly wake up and look around you...
>where the fuck is my computer?
>where the fuck is my bed?
>where the fuck am i?

2 hours pass

> ok, from what you can tell, you are in the middle of a forest
>from what you can tell you weren't dragged in there
>from what you can tell... there is no way out...
>but more disturbingly
>from what you feel
>you are fuckng hungry
>being able to down a large thin crust pizza in one go isn't going to help...
>you are used to that much food
>does this forest have food?
>fuck...

6 hours later

>you found various nuts
>but you also found mushrooms...
>the nuts you are ok with eating on the spot, hell you can most likely taste if they are bad or not...
>the mushrooms... not so much...
>you are a bit disturbed by the fact it took you 6 hours to get that food... and its not even one fourth of what you usually eat...
>god damnit i'm going to be hungry
>shit
>FUCK
>the nuts weren't enough, but there is no way in hell im eating mushrooms till im damn near dying

4 hours later

>hunger... dieing... fuck...
>those mushrooms are looking tasty now
>you stop... and weight the pros and cons
>you can only think of one pro... they may not be poison, and a plethora of cons.
>than you hear it
>water
>a stream, brook, river... you don't fucking know but you hear it.
>decide to fuck the mushroom idea for now, and down some water to help me cure the hunger

2 hours later

>not hungry, and somewhat tied to the stream... you decide this is where camp will be.
>you look around for what could be useful...
>you find some sticks and a Y shaped one
>you begin its creation

1 hour later

>you made a small campsite
>nothing fancy, but it gets the job done
>big leaves for walls
>small leaves for bedding
>a decomposing log with several big leaves for a pillow...
>you got this shit made...
>you decide to sleep...

30 min later

>fuck...
>you need a sleep aid
>shit you were basically addicted to them before
>than you take note of everything you will miss
>sleep aid
>porn
>food
>mountain dew
>ibuprofen
>wait
>wait a fucking minute...
>your wrist was so fucked that you couldn't go 8 hours before without 4 of those pills,
>you know you at least have been without them for half a day, possibly longer,
>why is your wrist ok
>for that matter, why can you still grip things...
>you did heavy lifting
>that usually took your hand out for a good 3-4 days...
>on that note your back is ok...
>your arch of your feet isn't splitting after all the standing you did...
>your eyes arent arent aching either like usual...
>you take off your glasses...
>holy shit...
>you don't even need glasses anymore
>you write a letter in a nearby tree and try to read it at varying distances...
>if you had to take a guess you were about 30/20,
> you use to be closer to 90/20 and 110/20 depending on the eye
>looking back on it,
>your life till then,
>these glasses saved your eyed from shrapnel far to many times to count,
>as long as they don't obstruct your vision, you decide better to have them on than not
>you let out an epic yawn
>you are tired now... what the fuck,
>you were not even sleepy before...
>well fuck it, sleep time now

day 1 end

day 2

>getting up,
>feeling better than you ever did before
>you decide better find food fast.
>decide to run up and down stream to see if there is anything convenient
>you don't see anything down stream so you stop...
>and you notice it...
>in your world, you felt like something was missing.. and unknown emptiness
>but here...
>you can’t put your finger on it,
>but you feel the void closing... but with what...
>deciding fuck it food, you decide to walk upstream
>you count every step you take, assuming its a yard each...
>you count to 100, than replace it with a finger and start over at 1
>1 finger
>2 finger
>3 finger
>how fuckin far did you go
>4 finger
>5 finger
>up to 10 fingers... decide to make right hand 500, left hand 100
>well fuck me 5 right hand, 5 left hand before you even see camp...
>damn...
>you realize... you aren't in shape at all, yet you just walked close to 2 miles without breaking a sweat or even noticing it...
>something is definitely up, and you like it.


2 hours later

>down stream, you find many nuts, but nothing that is sustainable...
>you will need to venture into the forest again...
>decide to hold off, you got at least 2 days of nuts, no need to venture off today

8 hours later

>you sit there wondering how the fuck you should go about scouting the forrest
>you don't have anything to mark the woods with at least noticeably
>than you hear it
>the howl of a wolf
>fuck
>fuck
>FUCK
>you don't have a weapon, and your camp is on the ground...
>you have no clue what the hell you should do...
>but that's not the worst... you hear it yelp
>you can't even begin to imagine what did that
>nothing could have prepared you for the roar... nothing
>fucking think...
>THINK YOU FUCKING BRAIN THINK
>climb a tree
>you may not be able fight either head on, but kicking down from a tree... you may get lucky.

4 hours later

>you got up the free, you guess 40 feet...
>and found what appears to be a great place to stay, a nice thick branch, and 2 smaller ones right next to it,
>its not ideal, but you could sleep there...
>you hope
>there you see it...
>everquest has taught you about many creatures...
>you don't want to fucking believe it... but you can't deny
>manticore
>you never been so scared in your life
>but it doesn't see you,
>it just wanders by...
>your nice camp no longer an option...
>you decide sleep will be important for tomorrow.

day 2 end


day 3

>summoning the balls to leave the tree, you decide to venture away from the water,
>your rationing is any animal will come to it, friendly or not, to drink
>and you want to be nowhere near that
>you decide to cross the stream, and head that way,
>you have thought of trying to leave the forest,
>but the manticore last night made you reconsider this
>if that thing, as big as it is, lives in a confined space as this forest, what ever the fuck is out there must be scary enough for the thing to not want any part of that...
>you do not want to leave, but you can't stay here.

2 hours later

>it finally dawns on your slow ass...
>manticores are not real animals,
>you re think that a bit...
>you didn't think narwhals were real either.

30 min later

>you decide manticore are not real...
>no fucking way did something that awesome and scary exist and you not know about it
>well shit...
>this ain't earth...

4 hours later

>along the way you gathered nuts, and ate on the way,
>to the point you were full..
>did you eat that many?
>no...
>no way did you eat that many to be full

3 hours later

>you found a big tree, big enough for you to climb and get a great view
>you notice it in the distance
>architecture
>a building that can't be forrest made
>it appears to be one big building...
>all the pops into mind is castle...
>but its a ways away...
>and you have no fucking clue how to reach it
>you find a nice branch and decide to go to sleep

day 3 end

day 4

>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>trees are not places one should sleep.
>dear god you are at least 80 fucking feet up
>holding yourself by your hands, and legs
>god fuck damnit shitcunt fuck
>ok
>ok
>situation critical...
>you focus all your might on your arms and legs
>eyes closed, you try to pull your ass up
>there's a glow...
>and you are back up to sitting...
>the fuck was that glow...
>deciding that it was life flashing before eyes type of thing, you brush it off and get the fuck out of the tree.

5 hours later

>not a single animal...
>you aren't upset, far from it
>you are glad... but just don't know why

1 hour later

>well fuck you
>FUCK YOU
>god damnit it there is a huge cliff between you and the castle thing you saw
>well. better walk along cliff, if there is architecture there may be a bridge.
>you so don't want to climb a tree to scout, at least not after this morning.

3 hours later

>well fuck me again...
>i went the wrong way...
>from a small clearing, you can see parts of the castle, but its the other fucking way,
>god damnit
>and FUCK YOU sun
>does it have to be beaming on me...

4 hours later

>well fuck me yet a fucking again...
>bridge
>raggedy, old as fuck, can't trust it for shit, bridge...
>well nice knowing you castle
>turn around, only to stare my imminent death in the face....
>manticore
>god... you see this mess right here... this is why i don't fucking believe in you
>its a good 20 feet away
>and it sees you
>its getting ready to pounce...
>well bridge, you are my only friend now.
>you fucking run...
>god you aren't fast enough,
>its almost to the bridge...
>god halfway there... and no chance of living...
>and you hear it
>SNAP
>that fucking thing tried to run on it...
>at least you and it will be dying together.
>3/4 the way across, and you no longer feel under your feet.
>you keep running in air, falling, what the fuck are you still running for...
>and there it is again, but blue glow...
>you dont give a fuck
>why should you
>SMACK
>you hit the other side...
>FUCKING HOW
>it's not lost on you to grab the bridge... and you do,
>but fucking how?
>you climb up
>once on solid ground, you look back...
>the manticore didn't fall
>seeing as how you didn't die... you aren't to pissed.
>you flip it off and are on your way to the castle

1 hour later

> looking through it, you find on the ground, a sword and shield,
>both heavily fucking rusted, but that matters not
> they are better than hands
>you take them, and find what looks like and old bedroom.
>decide this is your new camp side.
>sit on bed...
>surprising springy and not shitty, all things considered.
>you bar the old ass door and get some sleep


day 4 end.

day 5

>mother fucker you are in a castle.
>YOUR CASTLE
>DREAM FUCKING COME TRUE
>so you stretch a bit, and look at yourself...
>what the fuck...
>you are 6 1 and 240 lbs...
>or you were at least
>you are sure you are 6 1
>but you can't weigh 240lbs
>hell you don't think you could even weigh 200
>how the fuck did you lose 40 in what... 4 days of activity...
>and you seem to have gained some muscle....
>you aren't ripped, but you aren't weak either
>you decide to see what you can lift...
>fuck... that looks heavy
>it should be heavy
>but you are lifting it... not over head, but you are lifting it... it has to be at least 200lbs
>after this revelation you decide to look around a bit...

2 hours later

>you scavenged all you could,
>there is a well that looks to be usable
>there is a basement with all kinds of shit, namely food...
> how the fuck does it still have food.
>you aren't the smartest, so you tried some
>doesn't taste bad, and after a long time, you aren't sick
>there appears to be at least 2 months of food if you ration it out...
>not that you are eating much anyway.
>but most interestingly, you scavenge books.
>none are in english exactly, but you notice repeating patterns...
>what the fuck was this called...
>it looks like nordic rune... something a friend learned in school, and tried to teach you.
>fuck
>must decipher it.

8 hours later

>it took time, but you got the alphabet down again. and started in reading.
>it sounds like a children's book, written in the first person
>it goes on about a unicorn, learning how to use her magic,
>but something's wrong...
>this isnt a normal “you struggle, you overcome, woop woop” kids book
>if you had to say anything... its like if the 2 things were real... this would be a guide
>you didn't bother reading the cover of the book the first time,
>its a bit fucked up
>but you save your spot and turn it to the first pages again
>you can't make it out exactly.
>fuck
>come on.
>you are better than this...
>READ IT GOD DAMN YOU EYES
>it's to far gone... i mean it was in the elements for a long time...
>that's not stopping you though....
>RS DE C
>thats all that you can make out
>where else could the name be written
>spine...
>B G T M C
>fuck can this thing not be chewed the fuck up....
>ah copyright page
>...
>non existent
>fucking epilogue page
>not there... but back cover, inside, you see what looks like to be an ad
>its along the lines of
>”thank you for your interest in the beginners guide to magic, we hope you found it as useful as we intended it to be, please consider the following books...” and its chewed there too
>well
>magic book
>you decide this is the time you should probably get to sleep.

day 5 end.

day 6

>so, today, you look yourself over again...
>you aren't ripped, but shit if you didn't lose another 10 lbs.
>what the fuck is wrong with you
>you don't feel sick
>you feel
>great
>really
>you haven't been able to say that in years and be serious
>but you are
>for the hell of it, you decide to try basic exercises, to see when you get tired.
>pushups
>situps
>squats
>and chinups
>in order, your records are 25, 56, null, and 1 for how many times you could do them before tiring, squats is new, never did them before.

2 hours later

>in order 300, 300, 300, 100
>you are tired, but not tired... more like warmed up... you could still go... but tire of the count....
>decide to put this off to read more of that book.

8 hours later

>you are about half way done...
>amazing how easy this is to read, all things considered...

another 8 hours later

>you are finished,
>tired
>so fucking tired
>hungry
>so hungry
>get up. get your shit, go to sleep
>blue glow again, but you so don't fucking care


day 6 end

day 7

>again... the fuck
>you swear you have little body fat left at all,
>you look ripped now, but muscle isnt bulging... thank christ... you hate that look so much
>you feel your face
>no facial hair either...
>ok
>feel face more...
>ok seriously.
>with how ripped you are, you would expect your face to be less... squishy, but it doesn't feel like it is...
>its like your body is forming you your ideal shape.
>and while we are on the subject, your hands... not once have they hurt...
>having finished that book yesterday, you decide to see if you can apply any of it to yourself.
>you have no horn...
>but let's think of it in another instance.
>what if the horn was just the focal object... couldn't you focus on other things?
>after scouring the castle days ago, you discovered weird ring like objects,
>you decide to place it on your hand and fit it you your finger by bending it.
>this... THIS will be your focal object for now.
>get a rock
>small one
>that will be what you levitate

12 hours later, and one meal too

>still focusing on that rock... you see it... blue again
>it startles you a bit...
>but you holdit, and try to levitate that fucking rock...
>come on
>levitate
>come on
>it moves
>not levitate
>but moves
>more exhausting than any of that exercise you did, you give it one more go
>blue is back, easier this time
>rock is moving, again easier this time
>its off the ground, barely... and plunks down
>you get it...
>that sense of loss you had in your world, this was it... you could feel magic, and the lack thereof  it...
>you can't explain it, but apparently once your body was exposed, it started to heal itself.
>once exposed, it made you your ideal you...
>but you know, you can't rely on magic
>its giveing you a boost, but for fuck sake its not the be all end all
>you need to hone other skills to...
>as you drift off to sleep, you dream of all the possibilities.

day 7 end.

skip to day 14

>ok, lets explain what we have learned/think in the last 7 days of castle life
>magic is real
>you can use magic
>you are able to feel the presence of magic
>your current body was formed by magic
>you heal faster, and injuries you normally wouldn't heal from because of magic
>your stamina is tied to magic
>your physical prowess is also tied to magic, not exercise
>being able to sense magic, something not described in several of the magic books you have found
>you decide this is either a skill you have all on your own
>or
>an innate ability you have, and is normally learned at a higher level than you
>given your innate ability, you know why food is still ok to eat
>in lieu of refrigerators, electricity, preservatives, they used magic
>the reason some of materials in this castle are still around after what can only be described as substantial element damage
>all is imbued with magic
>most of the books still here, are imbued with magic,
>the only explanation for the beginners guide you can think of for losing its cover so bad is it was in an area that lost its roof.
>either that or as a cost saving/time saving measure, they only did the info and not the cover.



>wake up
>you have decided that you would only use magic
>no physical anything
>its the best training to
>increase your magic capacity,
>lesson the difficulty of using it
>lesson the amount needed for tasks
>over all, with everything about you being benefited from magic, you decide to forgo exercise and focus on study
>it's surprising how much og this castle is still useable,
>research labs,
>what look to be servants quarters
>cooking accessories
>but the thing that catches your eye the most... well... your mind... is the feeling like there is still more
>there is obviously something more here,
>but aside from tearing down the already unsound walls, you can't investigate
>so you have gotten levitate down pact
>for some reason levitating yourself is a MAJOR challenge,
>so you found a flat stone, and levitate that instead,
>helps with learning balance
>you decide it's time to move on, levitation is cool, but not as practical as you would like

1 hour later

>the FUCK did these things think?
>half the books tell you the name of it clearly
>half are such a tongue twister even your mind has problems saying them
>you find a book on architecture.
>skimming the pages...
>no...
>it fucking can't be
>you run outside, fuck magic for now
>and you hold the book up
>this isnt a fucking architecture book, its a map...
>well...
>it's still a book on architecture
>but this castle is based on the book,

5 hours later

>you are sure,
>there is no fucking doubt
>this castle was based on this book
>and they even show where the “secrets” are
>you come to the wall that feels most magic,
>looking at the book, you know you can't get through
>but the fuck is stopping you from going around?
>you try to take out bricks...
>not fucking moving
>ok
>ok
>seriously now, you try to take out the brick with all your might
>brick ain't budging at all...
>this peaks your interest
>you go to another room
>same thing
>another room
>same thing

1 hour later

>you are exhausted
>nothing fucking moves...
>look through this book
>you must know

7 hours later

>bla bla skip skip bla bla...
>seriously did this person beat off while writing this book
>half is about how great this shit is
>half is meaningless notations,
>but after reading in between the lines you drew 2 conclusions
>1 magic is sticking these blocks together
>2 magic is holding off decay as much as possible
>congrats, you have 2 new magics to try and learn, binding and re enforcement
>with this knowledge, you drift off to sleep.

day 14 end

day 28

>wakeup
>after 2 weeks of training your ass blindly, you got the hang of binding magic
>after understanding that, you also got the hang of de binding...
>and you also wonder how far you can take debinding and binding
>could i make gold
>fuck that
>first you have to get in that secret room
>you levitate (rock and shit) over to it
>and this time you try to debind it...
>well...
>fuck...
>still not budging after all that work.
>well fuck...
>you think long and hard as to why

2 hours later

>you have come to the conclusion, that instead of binding on the objects level
>its bound on a magic
>now assuming that it's coated in magic first, then stuck together, and the magic caused the bond instead of you bonding the objects directly...
>this makes sense...
>though is frightfully hap hazard....
>what if the magic runs out?
>these would just be able to free fall if nothing else is sticking them together....
>thinking of it, it makes even more sense,
>it explains why the more dome ceilings are still there,
>and why there is so much damage around where it would appear to have a flatter one.
>congrats, you now have another new thing to do... bind all the ceilings here...

6 hours later

>you are not happy
>fuck that you are pissed
>the thought that your castle may crumble at any moment isnt a happy one...
>to make matter worse...
>well in your mind worse...
>you have to learn a new magic,
>one to strip things of their magic
>fuck this is annoying
>deciding you have better things to do, you go back to your room
>you check the walls...
>yep...
>same shit here, but some are weaker than others
>you decide to bond the weak ones together
>mostly precautionary...
>and it hits you

4 hours later

>it took you a while but you found them
>the walls that are most weak
>where the bonding wore off more than anywhere else
>it is here that you decide to start...
>its not easy...
>its not fun...
>this is pissing you off...
>this is work...
>concentrate...
>fucker what are you made of...
>WHAT
>ARE
>YOU

3 hours later...

>the sun has set,
>darkness is encroaching,
>all that is by you is in the glow of magic as you try to get what you need
>but its escaping you
>WHAT is the fucking magic made of...
>THIS shouldnt be that hard to do
>and as you think that last though it dawns on you why
>this was a castle
>what lives in a castle
>royalty
>this is so hard because it was protecting royalty
>the reason you can't break even the weakest bricks is because it was made to protect the most important of important
>it wasn't structurally unsound with flat ceilings
>from your best guess, this place is at least 2-300 years old
>how much shit can even stand up to 50 years of wear and tear...
>the inside, where elements have not reached, is just dusty, otherwise its just like new...
>structurally, at least...
>this will be a challenge...
>a great challenge
>fuck sleep
>you need books

1 hour later

>have you ever been in a room that was spotless
>everything in its place
>but yet it was the most disorganized fucking thing you could possibly imagine
>thats what this library is.
>who the fuck thought this was a good system to organize shit...
>you are levitating that stone...
>it gives you enough light to see
>but not enough
>congrats, you found another spell that you need to learn,
>a light source spell
>but that's another fucking time
>another fucking day.
>there has to be a disenchanting book around here...

3 hours later

>about half an hour ago you stopped looking
>you were now just fantasizing about how you could kill whoever the fuck invented this organization system
>not a fucking bit of it makes sense at all
>cooking book, and an animal biology book right next to each other
>a fantasy book about dragons,
>right next to what looks to be a self defense book
>oh, here is a good one, a weather book,
>it looks like a childrens book
>fucking horses doing the work
>but its so fucking thick...
>what was this made to do...
>put them the fuck to sleep.
>out of frustration you rip a shit ton of books off the shelf
>one wont move
>...
>you have got to be fucking kidding me
>FUCKING KIDDING ME
>no...
>you pull the “book” out
>*click*
>you have the architecture book...
>it makes NO mention of this at all...
>so... undocumented path...
>lets find some paper, and something to write with

1 hour later, day 29

>getting all the paper you want and writing material together took longer than you wanted
>congrats on needing to learn new magic...
>a dimensional pocket
>aside from that,
>you found some large scrolls, and what appears to be a pencile.
>good enough for what you need.
>congrats... need to learn making paper, and writing tools
>off we go...

15 minutes later

>you finish mapping out above, below, and to the sides of this area, of what you know of this castle
>you now begin to venture in.
>as you go you are mapping everything...
>so many stairs
>all going so far down
>fuck you should be ground level now... and its still going deeper...
>deeper...
>deeper...
>fuck you are afraid of being under ground like this...
>you stop and feel the walls...
>magic... just like upstairs.
>you are at least 4 levels below what is known, before you come to a door.
>you try to open it
>...
>FUCK
>LOCKED
>AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>FUCK THESE WALLS
>FUCK THE DOOR
>FUCK THE LIBRARY
>fffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
>...
>calm down
>calm down...
>ok...
>back in your world picking locks was hard,
>but not impossible...
>you know magic...
>this cant be as hard as home

3 hours later

>you hear a satisfying click,
>you open the door
>it wasn't hard.
>you just aren't good and the finesse side of magic yet...
>need to practice that
>you look around,
>fuck
>you levitate a stone, and look around
>ok, tomorrow, light spell
>your jaw drops
>its like a steampunk wonderland in here,
>look at that microscope...
>the clothing...
>granted, if you wore it you would look like a flasher...
>what the fuck lived here...
>you don't care...
>you see books,
>advanced magic: the core concepts
>advanced magic: application and appreciation
>advanced magic: weather wonders
>advanced magic: enchanting assortments
>advanced magic: healing
>there is also an assortment of books on other subjects
>including botany, fashion, scavenging, and what you believe is close to a D&D monster manual
>you hit the fucking jackpot...
>you decide to sit a while and read the core concepts book

4 hours later

>you decide to pack it in for now
>you investigate other paths,
>one of them leads up in a spiral staircase...
>looking at the crude map you made...
>o fuck you
>FUCK YOU
>you run up the steps...
>levitating a stone the whole way
>push the door...
>yep
>you guessed it
>door goes straight to where you were trying to break in.
>the library was not just an entrance, its also an exit,
>this path was only an exit.
>you facepalm your head hard...
>you notice that it's light outside...
>fuck
>you aren't tired...
>why...
>well... lets see how long i can go for than
>you go down, grab the books, and head on up stairs.
>you continue reading the books

10 hours later

>to dark to read normally you levitate a stone

13 hours later, day 30

>you are able to stop levitating the stone

5 hours later

>you finish the core book,
>it gave you a better understanding of magic
>what magic is
>and how magic is used
>and it confirmed several suspicions
>in rare cases magic is found to enhance the users body subconsciously thought it can be learned
>this explains how you look the way you look
>practically, magic enhances regenerative properties of almost everything
>this explains how a few of the smaller cuts you got healed that day, apposed to 2-5 days like normal
>and magic can supplement basic needs in some cases
>explaining why you need far less food,
>and also explaining why you are still awake after about 40ish hours without feeling the effects.
>it also hints at several questions you have,
>but sadly
>you either can't read between the lines well enough
>or you need a more specialised book.
>you decide to go somewhere dark and practice more of the utility spells the book told you about

3 hours later

>imagine a light source...
>yea fuck you book
>make it be
>suck it magic book
>ah, it's infuriating how vague this book is apposed to the children's book
>the childrens book told you exactly what to do
>focus on the object
>and imagine it floating
>...
>........
>wait a minute
>...
>thats how i learned that bonding spell...
>focus on it, but in this case it's not an it...
>its a where
>you focus 1 foot in front of you
>and you magic hard
>blue....
>eyes are closed
>brighter blue...
>focus
>shit thats bright
>god damn you focus
>are your eyes even closed...
>you open them
>bad fucking idea....
>you turn around
>you open them again...
>holy shit, its like someones arc welding constantly behind you its so bright...
>you tone that magic down a bit
>or at least try...
>it comes a bit easier than turning it on,
>but now you have about the equivalent of a 60 watt led cool light behind you
>you can even look at it,
>touch it
>move it
>you take it to the main chamber.

6 hours later

>you are going through these books like a mad man
>reading
>absorbing
>growing each sentence a bit more knowledge as to what magic can do
>and with new appreciations as to how lucky you are
>magic can feed you,
>keep you awake
>heal you
>but you do not have an unlimited supply
>you decide you want to head to bed.
>sleep will do you good.
>...
>...
>another dream...
>a dream about where you were from
>what you did
>who you were
>its not right to call that a dream
>it's more along the lines of a nightmare

end day 30