Soulsearching

*Setting the the mood*
Heavy rain pours down from the black and ghoulish clouds. Every now and then the sky threatens the ground with flashes of lightning followed by loud thunder, which cuts through your guts with eerie emptiness.


     I have lost my way. I don't know how to go on- I don't know whether I should. I have thought about bringing out the blueprints for The Flux Capacitor, but they are buried under the dust of centuries in the lowest levels of the dungeons. I am not sure if preventing myself from hatching would make the world better, but I am sure it'd make things easier for me. 
     In Arcania-Gothic 4 the Orcs get special amulets with their names written on them when they're born. The poor beasts consider the amulets as souls, so in case they lose it they'll feel empty and ashamed. This happened to Irrigh- He was weaker than the other Orcs and his soul was taken away. I wonder whether I could get a new soul... be a completely person or should I plant my own soul in someone elses body, so I could be someone else for a while...?
    I had a dream last night... or yesterday, I wouldn't know cause I haven't installed windows on my coffin... Anywho I said it was a dream, but really it was a nightmare... they always are... unless there's only the annoying static picture of an empty TV channel. I was standing in the doorway of a majestic church... the sun was high in the sky and I seemed peaceful. I stepped inside the building and immediately thin lines of vapour started emitting from my skin. I ran my fingers over the churchbenches while walking and finally stopped in front of the altar. A garish statue of Jesus stared at me and my soul caught on fire along with my body, I burst into a fiery miasma of the most painful flames from Hell and fell to my knees. Ashes started circling around my charred body as I layed down and tried to catch my last breath- it didn't work. I wasn't alive anymore, but neither was I dead- I just layed there and burned until I opened my eyes and stared at the red silk lining of my casket...
Immortals lose the ability to dream in time... and then there is just pain and horrible memories.