This happened a little while ago (like a month ago, on Christmas Eve!) but it's really long, so let me sum it up; Where do I start? I was with my youth group from Church, and then we went on some field trip, and we stayed in a hotel. Our hotel set on fire, and my grandma started taking pictures of it with my DSi... And all of the firefighters were gay and started spraying each other with hoses with no clothes on. Then, I became naked, as for some reason I do in all of my dreams. So, I ran 25 miles naked to my house, but halfway there, I saw an abandon plaza of closed stores. There was a floating piece of caution tape, held on by fishing line. I was confused, so I followed it, and at the end there were two black guys with handguns. I tried to run, and act I like I saw nothing, but they saw me and chased me, all the way up to some steel pipe. Apparently, this is where they were chasing me to. I scrambled up the pipe, and at the top, there was a river with a fork about fifteen feet away. I jumped in and started swimming, and turned right. I ended up at an African American concentration camp. There was like one white kid, and they were all playing basketball. He saw my DSi, which I suddenly had in my hand, and he told me, "if you wanna keep that, go to the fight club." I had no idea what the fight club was, and I kept asking him, but he just acted like I wasn't there. That had absolutely no effect on the story. Anyways, I managed to escape by shaping a stick into the key and leaving. I ran home, and saw my family was dead. I weeped, and then I grabbed a bag. I got three DSis (I have no idea why) and my knife, some money, and clothes. I opened the door, and some white guy with a huge beard and Mr. T was there. I instantly knew they were re-kidnapping me, and I asked, "Why are you doing this to me?" And the white guy said, "Because I can." I woke up (why was I sleeping?), and I saw I was in a tent with Qvalador and the white guy. I was tempted to stab him, but instead, I asked, "Did I fall asleep by myself, or did you knock me out?" The white guy told me he knocked me out. I was really angry, but I unzipped the tent, and he let me. Outside, I saw we were on a wooden raft, on that same river. Mr. T turned right, and the white guy got enraged. Mr. T asked what was wrong, and the white guy yelled, "This is the way to the military base, you black fool!" And he ripped up the floorboards and slit Mr.T's throat. He attempted to make a run for it when we hit the shore, but he got sniped. Me and Qvalador came out of the raft with our hands up. We laid on our faces, then a guy with the biggest friggin gun you could imagine. He asked us what our status was, and I said two confirmed survivors (me and Qvalador), and two confirmed kills (bearded white guy and Mr. T). He nodded and helped us up. He called for "Sabrina," and a really hot chick covered in ammo and guns walked up and told us about recent terrorist kidnapping and hostage scenarios. I told her me and Qvalador were part of these, and all she said was, "Aren't you special? Shut up, and let's get to buisness!" I told her, if she provided weapons, ammo, transportation, and mercenaries, we would take 'em out for her. She agreed, and we went up a mountain in a jeep. Qvalador sniped some guy in a turban that was at a motel. THE END. Is any of this symbolism?