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So, after last night's initiation of the fiction competition, I had a related dream.
I was Cerebus the Aardvark, happily married, with kids. Me and Bear had given up drink a few years back, and we were actually content with our new lives in a forest village. I actually cared about my wife, cared about her feelings, and loved her.
But we knew it wasn't going to last, because we got next month's issue of the comic. Fundamentalist Tarimites were going to ravage the village, burning it to the ground and killing anyone they found. I was destined to become a bitter old warlord, and I never found out what happened to Bear. He was determined to take his family and go into hiding. |