I had a strange dream last night, a bit of a nightmare.
It started as a flashback of something that happened about 20 years ago, the house I was living in - that was once again my home in the dream, and I was 20 years younger... hmm...
So here I am, standing in the sitting room, looking out the window. It's a sunny day in early March, the trees are still bare, it's chilly but nice... And suddenly something covers the sun, but I'd seen no clouds. I look up - a giant Dwemer Airship is blocking the sun...
Someone jumps off it... The airship rises a bit, still blocking the sun... that someone goes straight into my house...
"Well, what are you waiting for??? Shoot that thing down!!"
Obviously, I've got a nice Elven bow and arrows on my back... Hmm... Alright then! I start loosing arrows... err... through the window... I think... or did my house have a sliding roof? Not my real house, it didn't, but the one in the dream may be did...
"You can't shoot down an airship with arrows, don't be silly!"
Who said that? Oh, yes, it's that person that jumped off the ship. She is standing right behind me, but not attacking. She is a daedra. A Golden Saint, I think - that same arrogance.
"So, what do you propose?" I ask her.
"Nothing, of course," she smirks. "Surrender. Resistance is futile. Your race and your culture will be assimilated into ours."
"Umm... No?"
"And what are you gonna do?" She laughes at me. That's the nightmarish bit. It was not funny at all.
"You will do no such thing." Someone is standing between me and the daedra. Scorpio - my companion from Dragon's Dogma.
"Who's this?" She glares at him. "Is he a daedra? He looks male! Is he at least genderless?"
"What..? What's that got to do with anything..?" I am perplexed because Scorpio is not genderless, he's a man.
"Males are leagues below females in everything, ten points off each attribute," the Saint tells us with disgust. "If he's male, he's inferior. Ha!"
Hmm... I don't rightly remember what happened next... but he showed her who's inferior... and then I woke up.