Choronzon:
So, you know the rules Dreamlord? If you win, I will return your helmet. If you lose, you will serve as a plaything of Hell, for eternity. Our slave.
Dream:
I understand.
Choronzon:
Very well. I have the first move…I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
Dream:
My move…I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing. I smell spilt alcohol, stale smoke and cheap sex, perfume and mold. And I feel the grass beneath my hooves, the flanks between my legs. All is real, nothing’s real. Choronzon’s move.
Choronzon:
I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.
Dream (thoughts):
There are many ways to lose the oldest game. Failure of nerve, hesistation…Being unable to shift to a defensive shape. Lack of imagination.
Dream:
I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged!
Chroronzon:
I am a snake, spider-devouring, poison-toothed!
Dream:
I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy-footed! I feel the snake writhe beneath my hoof, its spine crushed!
Choronzon:
I am an anthrax!! Butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying!!!
Dream (thoughts):
A change in direction but still an old gambit. I think…I think I understand how Choronzon plays. How I can turn it against him. I think I will abandon the offensive.
Dream:
I am world, space-floating, life nurturing.
Choronzon:
I am a nova!! All exploding…planet cremating!!!
Dream:
I am the Universe–all things encompassing, all-life embracing.
Chroronzon:
I am anti-life…the beast of judgment!!! I am the dark at the end of everything! The end of universes, gods, worlds..of everything!!! And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
