Glen - You shouldn't think while you sleep

Last time on Generic Adventure Quest #219,979,433,999,980,003,236,426,113:

"KAME...HAME...KAAAAA!!!!!" A drunken Oni launches a beer can with explosive force at a group of police officers as they try to arrest her for public drunkenness.

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"Doctor, is he ever going to wake up from his coma?!" A red haired Ryu sheds a waterfall of tears as she sits next to a comatose man in a full body cast.
"Hell if I know, I don't even work here. Maybe in a few days?" The Wurm in a doctor's outfits, that's one size too small, shrugs while stuffing an entire blueberry pie into her mouth.

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"..." A homeless Kikimora wearing a ragged maid outfit sits in a box and gulps down cheap alcohol as if it where water in a scorching desert. Her two dry eyes stare into the empty sky, unable to perceive anything...

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A Holst in a suit that hugs her curves in an extremely sexy way sits at a desk and stares into a camera.
"In recent events, Wurms everywhere held a mass protest over their mistreatment and being labeled as idiots due to various stereotypes. However, the protest ended after 15 minutes when they all got bored, forgot what they were doing, and bought icecream. When we come back from commercials, we'll discuss how shota kidnapping is on the rise and how to get your young Anubis to behave without taking away her LEGOs."

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Glen sits and watches Ami down a giant mug of strawberry milk, not even paying attention to the Dragon girl behind him slipping a little wood carving into his item pouch.
"You know, that stuff will make you wet yourself in your sleep."
"Shut up! You're not my Mother!"

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"#@#$%#@$#@!!!!!!!!!" An Ushi Oni roars and charges through a forest, knocking over trees and destroying wasp nests left and right. She eventually runs across an old man, naked, covered in honey and dirt, and prancing around like a fairy. Instead of raping him, or befriending, she slowly backs away into the thick bush behind her.

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"H-HELP ME! SOMEONE!" A young Apophis shrieks from the inside of a trash bin. It's the third time this week that she's been stuck in it, and the other kindergarteners are starting to get tired of this routine.
Her fellow Pharaoh and Anubis classmates decide to torment her during her time of distress, ignoring the nearby sandbox for once, by kicking the bin she's trapped in.

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"..." Crybaby Wyvern stares at her spilled juice and tries to hold back her tears. Needless to say, she cried a lot.

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A man with unkempt reddish orange hair and a harpy with a hat sit on a bench and stare up at the cloudy sky above them.
"Do you think we'll ever be brought back in an actual story?" Says the Harpy as she kicks her feet and looks at the ground.
The man merely shrugs, and begins kicking his legs in tandem with hers. "Hell if I know, the guy who thought us up is the type to remember you for years and years, but not the type to actually use you despite knowing he can. If I had to guess, we'll be waiting a long time provided he doesn't quit or drink himself into a coma."

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A writefag sits at his computer, clutching his head in agony. He came home from work recently and wants to write. However, he also wants to drink, play Dragon's Dogma, and marathon Gintama.
"What do I do?! WHAT DO I DO?!"

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Glen plops onto the ground below him and assumes a comfortable napping position. He looks up at the serene night sky and beautiful moon, before closing his eyes and trying to rest. However, and odd rumbling sound impeded that somewhat.

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And now we continue where we last left off.

Time goes by, and I am unable to rest. Though the rumbling has stopped, I still can't seem to get any rest.
I decide to sit up and check on my two odd friends. Sarah had dug a small ditch next to me and fell asleep in there, while Ami sat a little bit ahead of me and was staring at the ground.
"Still up?" I ask the merchant Kitsune. I thought she would be asleep by now... Upon hearing my words, she turns her head and stares at me with a serious expression and sleep deprived eyes, "I can't sleep at all." Due to the over abundant amount of moonlight I could see every little detail of her face. The strained eyes, the dark bugs underneath said eyes, the messy hair, ect.
"Try and force yourself to sleep."
"I can't. Every time I close my eyes I begin thinking about various things." Ami groans out apathetically.
"Such as?"
"Why are we here? What is the meaning of life? What is "Sleep"? What is a dream? Why are flashy abilities so much more popular than simple but effective ones used at the right time and place? If gods created everything then who created them? Why do old men love apple cider? Why are those Cow monsters universally liked?" She goes on and on about various confusing things. As she does this, I begin thinking about a good portion of them as well. Dammit, I definitely won't get any sleep if I keep thinking about things! Especially the one about cider! That one really bugs me!
"Dammit, don't say things like that!" I clutch my head and try to clear my mind of the various questions floating around in it.
"But I can't help it. Like I can't help but wonder why the sky is blue during the day, red at dusk and dawn, while being black at night. Is the sky at night merely the sky or the opening to a boundless and vast space?" Ami continues on, thoroughly wrecking any hope of me sleeping tonight. It's a if she wants me to stay up and suffer with her.
"AAAAHHHH! STOP!" I scream out loud as I begin quickly and violently moving my hands across my head. This is giving me a sharp headache!!!!!
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Wait.
I begin feeling around the side of my head. My hands brush into something hard after a few seconds of probing, and I immediately grab and pull it. I yank it out with no effort and bring it within view.
I squint and closely examine it, despite not having bad eyesight or insufficient light, "...Is this a knife?" It certainly looks like one.
"Probably, I say it hit you a while ago and was waiting for you to notice it." Ami mutters something before blinking in an overly slow and drawn out way.
I toss the blade and stand up. "Should have mentioned it earlier. Either way, it will take more than that to take me down."
Almost immediately, as if I tempted Fate and pissed in her prune juice, a series of knives are thrown into my right arm by an unseen assailant. After about the 18th one sinks in, my vision becomes hazy while my limbs become heavy. I crash into the ground below and lose conscious nous after wobbling about for a few seconds.