The dreams overtook Patrick. A dark, twisted hand reached out to him. Beckoning. A raspy voice surrounded him, “Child? Child, come here. You can’t hide. My joy will find you. I will find you.” Fleeing, Patrick heard mocking laughter following him. “Little boy. You cannot run from me.” It became darker and darker the further he ran. Darker and darker. And cold, oh so cold. Shivering, Patrick forged onward. Every step painful. Every breath felt like murder. He had to run though. Run away. He could not stop. He had to run away from the thing that hunted him in his dreams. A wave of fatigue hit him at the mere thought of slowing down. The voice got louder, “Boy!” It screeched, “I will have you! You will be mine!” He collapsed, he could run no further. Surely whatever the voice promised wouldn’t be worse than death? The darkness deepened. Peals of hideous laughter bore down on him. “What does a penguin do to repair its house Patrick,” the figure cooed. Patrick tried to move, to escape, but it was as if every limb was tied. The menacing figure tisked, “Well, do you not know?” He shook his head. “Then let me tell you, igloos it together!” Patrick opened his mouth to scream at the cringe, he felt words being pulled out of them against his will. He heard himself say, “What a very funny joke”
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I feel so horrible after writing that. The pun is that bad. And now, my dear Sharders, I must tell you all something. I have failed! Though there have been weeks of searching for the perfect pun topic, I am at a loss. So you guys get this instead. You’re welcome.
This is mostly just to say that I’m here and I exist. As always, not much help for analysis, but I have one question for@Elandera
Does Listen at the Door allow you to hear all the PMs of two players, or All PMs between the two players? If it’s the former, is it only what your target says, or does it include replies?