madimpossibledreamer

Had I really seen her? I don’t know, I didn’t see anything, Prince, so…anything that you saw, I did not. (Camera was facing the wrong way.)

In some of these sections I feel like it’s easier to use the D-pad. (you’ve said that before.) This must get hard on your arms—Ohh, I do not like how this is moving. This is gonna drop me any second. Ohhh my word. I should not spend this much time playing with it. These are not firmly attached to the wall and I fear for my safety. Let’s just get out of here while we can….WAAAATER! I’m a bit too loud, aren’t I? I think I’m a bit hyper at this point.

I like how the sand is really ominous.

That’s not that helpful, camera.

I can dual wield! Best gaaaame! I love dual wielding.

I guess these guys are here to—(fill up the dagger) So these guys are like zombies. If you don’t permadeath them quickly enough, they don’t stay dead. I got all of them. I did my cool thing.

That did hurt a little. Is there water? I’m very constantly looking for water. No. But there’s another thing to vault over like an awesome person—I can’t vault. I just stand on top of it like a normal person. That’s sad.

There’s the Ringwraith again. I don’t know about that. That’s weird.

Prince, did you actually legit get stuck—you did not get yourself stuck in the potted plant. Okay. I would’ve been upset.

The way he just hit his head just there is really funny.

Oh, save point! I get to have a weird vision. I wonder if this is doing bad things to my brain. (Maybe it’s the result of you hitting his head.) I have the feeling that this is not good for me, because I keep waking up curled in a ball on the floor. Whence came these visions that assaulted me like fever dreams? *whispers* I don’t know. …as if the Sands of Time were giving me a glimpse of my own future. Yeah, I was getting that impression myself. It’s not good for you.

I like how everything here has designs, but it’s very Ottoman. …It’s Persian. Actually, I don’t know where it is. Where are you, Prince? Drinking water, I know, but where are these places supposed to be? Are they supposed to be in the real world, at all?

…You must be slightly fat, Prince, because I don’t think falling on a wooden chair usually breaks it like that. (I’d disagree, but those were splinters left, so.)

Okay, that time you just kicked it. What are you. What are you made of, Prince? Prince, what are you made of?

I know I don’t have to go up there, but I want to. I’m curious.

I’m just exploring. These are just so pretty. Architecture! (Apparently that is my war cry, because I swung at the wall.) Architecture is cool.

Did my outfit change at all, because I’m now wearing blue. Was I wearing blue before? …I don’t know. Feels like I wasn’t, but you never know.

I could go down, but what’s down this hall? Camera that’s having issues, that’s what. And lots of glowy things. Annnd darkness. …I’m with you there, Prince, where in the world are we? It’s really pretty. Is there anybody here? Is there anybody there? We’re on the same page. …Even the bridges are really pretty. I’m not in Azad anymore. No, you’re in Kansas. Water. Do you just drink all the water you see? I’m going to go with yes.

Okay, glowing eyes is not usually—what just. What? What?? Did you just—Did you just say ‘what just happened’ at the exact same time that I was going to say ‘what just happened’, because Prince, we really need to talk about this. What is happening, and why are we the same person?