The only light in the room comes from the television which was left on all night. Only old informercials are on now, nothing interesting. Someone going on about some kind of blender or another.
Ezekiel slowly opens one sleepy eye, and then the other. He glances around with a yawn, taking in the sights of his living room and the empty bag of cheetos discarded on the coffee table. Then looks at the Television. 5:03. Huh, still early.
"Man. That was one stupid as fuck dream." He shrugs a bit, before leaning back into his couch and closes his eyes. Soon, Ezekiel is back to sleep once move… with a sports almanac clutched tightly in one of his hands.


Princess Clarafina Rosemont - Peter
??? - Sam
Ezekiel's on it!!! - Ice
Eidolon - Hachi
Nine - Julian
Solberg - Doman



混乱大空ヘン : Anything Could Happen> - Part II
混乱大火ヘン : The Masque of the Red Death
混乱大闇ヘン : Murder on the Solipsism Express> - Part II
混乱大水ヘン : The Winter at the Heart of the World
混乱大土ヘン : Too Much of a Good Thing> - Part II - Part III
混乱大風ヘン : So It Goes
混乱大木ヘン : The Airship Graveyard
混乱大光ヘン : Obvious Motives
秩序大火ヘン : Fiend Medicine
秩序大水ヘン : Ink
秩序大土ヘン : The Festival> - Part II
秩序大木ヘン : The Lathe of Heaven
秩序大風ヘン : The Reflecting Pool
秩序大光ヘン : The Fiend Engine [Dark Clouds]
秩序大闇ヘン : Disaster [The Storm-Dark Sea]>
秩序大空ヘン : The Miracle

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