[ The scene can best be described as chaos. Whoever finds themselves in James's dream will see him, dressed in his classic WW2 uniform, standing in an old plane hangar with the doors wide open and the roar of a just-launched rocket blowing out everyone's ear drums. Over the din, a man in a purple outfit can somehow be heard screaming about how they are too late, victory is his.
James isn't even listening, instead looking over the hangar for anything, anything at all, that might help. Eventually he finds motorcycle he can hijack and drives it right up to you, dream invader. ]
Get on! We have to go after it!!
[b]
[ James has been sat on this rooftop for hours. It's chilly out, on the cusp of winter, but he's dressed in some warm black clothes and doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he's lying prone on the roof with a sniper rifle set up on a stand in front of him. He has his hand on the grip, but relaxed--his finger is nowhere near the trigger. Right now, he's just staring through the scope, watching a scene play out at the front door of a nondescript house a mile away. If an observer were to see what James is looking at though--perhaps through a pair of binoculars or another scope aimed at the same spot because this is, after all, still dream logic--they might see who James is watching: his little sister Becca and Zee, having a friendly chat.
James checks the winds and finally decides to make his move. He positions his finger over the trigger and begins taking aim. ]
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[a]
[ The scene can best be described as chaos. Whoever finds themselves in James's dream will see him, dressed in his classic WW2 uniform, standing in an old plane hangar with the doors wide open and the roar of a just-launched rocket blowing out everyone's ear drums. Over the din, a man in a purple outfit can somehow be heard screaming about how they are too late, victory is his.
James isn't even listening, instead looking over the hangar for anything, anything at all, that might help. Eventually he finds motorcycle he can hijack and drives it right up to you, dream invader. ]
Get on! We have to go after it!!
[b]
[ James has been sat on this rooftop for hours. It's chilly out, on the cusp of winter, but he's dressed in some warm black clothes and doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he's lying prone on the roof with a sniper rifle set up on a stand in front of him. He has his hand on the grip, but relaxed--his finger is nowhere near the trigger. Right now, he's just staring through the scope, watching a scene play out at the front door of a nondescript house a mile away. If an observer were to see what James is looking at though--perhaps through a pair of binoculars or another scope aimed at the same spot because this is, after all, still dream logic--they might see who James is watching: his little sister Becca and Zee, having a friendly chat.
James checks the winds and finally decides to make his move. He positions his finger over the trigger and begins taking aim. ]