NO!

It happened again! Once again I go to sleep in my bed to wake up in some other place. AHH!! I can't take this much longer! At least it doesn't feel so bad while I'm there. It's when I wake up back here that I become upset; because everything that is "real" I will only be able to live with for a short while. I might try to not go to sleep tonight. That might fix it. Hopefully...

Anyway, have any of you heard of the game Assassins Creed? The place I went to seemed an awful lot like that. I was in the Renaissance era. But I wasn't quite an assassin per se... more of I found myself amongst a poor part of the city filled with gangs. Yeah, apparently there were gangs then too. After the first few initial months of struggling to learn the language, the local gangs began to see value in some of my knowledge. Once I had learned to use the guns of the time (which were horrible even compared to the WWI rifles I was used to, by the way), I was essentially a pro. Even showed them how to make them better. I also had some skills in survival, stealth, sabotage, and other things from my years in Sparta. They taught me a few tricks as well, tricks more reminescant of the assassins creed game.

Now, there came a point in my Spartan training where I needed to learn survival skills. So to teach me, I was sent off for a year on my own with nothing but a tunic. And a whole... included winter. It was horrible. The first initial months weren't to bad. It was summer, after all. A little warm, but I could steal lots of honey and other food from the helots. I got in... conflicts with a few though. At this point, it wasn't my first time killing. But when winter actually came, things got hard. I had already, acquired, some basic tools (including a knife). It didn't do me a lot of good though when I was bathing in the cold water and a starved wolf attacked me. I ended up wrestling that thing in the freezing cold mountain water during the winter. After that day, I never complained about wrestling again. Or even full blown pankration. You try wrestling a wolf in a freezing river during the winter, while wearing nothing.

I just realized, I've been kinda jumping around in here, haven't I? Oh well, it's how I think now. I switch between these different worlds so much in my mind. I've already had my world, ancient greece, WWI, and now the Renaissance. It's starting not to matter now. I'm always somewhere. There is always something to do. It still seems like an awful lot though.

Now, back on track. I was in Rome. These gangs wanted power. I did too. They had only ever tried to gain power by taking over the domain of other gangs. I convinced them to look up; towards the rest of the city. I wanted all my trouble to be worth it. Since I had already been living in another world for over two years, I have to get something. One month later, we rose up. All as one. The underground of the entire city came together. We wanted Rome!

The trouble came while freerunning through the city. Apparently those extra good guns I helped make got in the hands of our enemies. I was leaping across a street (50 feet in the air between to buildings), when I saw someone in a window below me pointing a rifle. Next thing I know, there is a sharp pain in my shoulder, right above my heart. I land on the other roof and roll. That hurts my shoulder more. I stay there for several seconds, trying to breathe. I hear someone cock a pistol. I look up and there are two soldiers right in front of me. I leap up and barely avoid his bullet. Tiles underneath my feet shatter. I then land on the first shoulder and stab him, then take his sword and throw it at the other soldier. It sticks him to the roof. I then stood there, watching as I bled. My heart was racing; the blood would not stop. There was a fight going on below. A fight between my men and theirs. I charged, leaping off the building. It was wrestling the wolf all over again. This time though, instead of it being in a freezing winter, it was in a street filled with blood. And instead of being naked, I was coved loosely in torn, bloody rags. The clothes I wore were filled with bullet holes and cuts from blades. So was my flesh. And as the excitement reached it's peak, I woke up again.