Vampire Jesus snacks

Date: 2/25/2021

A weird pattern was appearing in the palm of my left hand. Swirls and circles and a perpendicular intersecting lines. It was very vague, like my finger/hand print was rearranging. Eating lots of little hors d'oeuvre like deviled eggs and cheese and crackers. Eventually the design on my hand deepened and became apparent. A priest showed up and kept saying I would find out soon enough. I was like... Okay I just want to make sure this isn't some weird fungus on my hand. There was also a board (like a board game) that had similar designs on it and was also a screen. Eventually it came about that I was supposedly meant to save the world, and the design and the board were meant as a guide for me. There was evil afoot or whatever. It felt like an evil thing from a horror movie, but honestly it was just doing little prank shit. It dropped 3 stuffed bunnies from the ceiling and then was teasing me with a 4th... It expected me to use them as basketballs, like this was a carnival game or something? I just scoffed and left. I kept having a lot of trouble figuring out what / where I was supposed do / go. Everyone was treating me like I was Jesus or something. The plus side of that is that anyone would give me anything. This ultimately boiled down to be going to restaurants and getting whatever looked good from people. Like a lady gave me her waffles, and I made them into a pb&j, then traded that for a toaster strudel. And it must have been Easter because everyone had Robin Eggs (the malted milk balls) and they just handed them over to me. Fuck yeah :) Eventually I figured out how to work the board, but still wasn't sure about my hand. The board was really inconvenient because I had to go to wherever it was and reference, and wasn't able to carry it with me. Much later, I realized my hand was essentially the tablet version of the board, with maps and guides to swipe through. The map was incomplete, it was a lot like the sheika slate from BOTW. There was then an apocalypse-ish occurrence, but it was a game of surviving as long as possible. There were players (me and my friends) and there were hired actors. I started out in the hardest possible place, a freaking dome of lava with barely anything to stand on to get out. I finally found a path and made it out of the dome, but some other guy was deliberately entering it. He was delusional from memmningitis, he had brudinski's sign and for some reason was hypothermic instead of febrile, so I let him stay near the entry to get warm from lava while I found him antibiotics. I also got into an argument about whether his CSF would be hypertonic or hypotonic compared to baseline (hyper because bacterial and WBC fragments and metabolites!). Also gave someone spironolactone needed it, but it was an actor (like the actor needed it not her character). I found a bunch of menstrual pads and I hoarded them because they were going to be a hot commodity later on in the apocalypse. Then there was a war at sea. I was Nadja. I was flying/swimming around an island and I had an ally but idk who it was. We had to protect an overturned boat that was sheltering something precious (Babies? A sick/injured friend? Cannot recall but it was very very emotionally important to us). There were other evil vampires trying to come get us, but for the most part we hid trying to protect our area. Eventually one found us, and I had to kill him. At first he was human, and I was fighting him. Then he transformed into a canid form. He was fast and low and was biting me and almost killing me, so I punched his lower jaw until it broke and was flopping and useless against me. I grabbed him and but into his neck/shoulder HARD. I could feel and taste the hot blood in my mouth. I bit more and more to make a large wound, as well as swinging him around against walls and the floor trying to injure him as much as possible. There was blood everywhere, and there was flesh and hair and blood all over my teeth, but I killed him and protected my charge. I went home and I was trying to play it cool. Bailey was talking about how they were supposed to go to a farm and pick out a pig, duck, or a goat for a pet. Every time I talked she kept asking what that smell was. I could taste the iron of the blood when I spoke, so I knew she could smell the blood on my breath, so I had to tell her the story.