My sleep paralysis demon tried getting me, but today was the day I took my revenge. We're now having a western face off in my room which transformed into a desert wasteland. Tumbleweeds roll by, the theme to Clint Eastwood's "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" play as our hands hover over our holstered revolvers, glaring at what might be the last faces we'll ever see. We pray, but there ain't no rest for the wicked... not in this world. A moment of silence washes over the scene as the music fades. We both draw, time slowing down as instinct kicks into both of us. The loud crack of two gunshots fill the hot, dry air. The demon missed. I did not. The shadowy demon falls limp as I wipe the sweat from my brow. I walked away from the scene, now going back into my bed once more. I let the comforting embrace of sleep take me...
Ah, Final Fantasy 16 with cinematic BS and Square’s obsession with making emotionallly constipated protagonists. And.. now this one is why I come to hate one eyes monsters that use the doom spell