Perchance to Dream (MrWhysper)

****.

Uppers, downers, screamers, laughers, reds, blues, black beauties, Mary Jane, El Cid, horse, crank, smack, crack, oxys, dexies, bennies, shrooms, cactus candy, gauge, ludes...

You get the picture

Seriously. Getting fucked up is the ONLY way I can get to sleep anymore. Me. The god of sleep.

I’m Hypnos by the way, Greek god of sleep and dreams. I’m a pretty laid back guy, or at least I used to be. Right up until the Accords started mandating how we could use our own portfolios. See, I’m used to something like 14 hours of hard earned rest a day, you know what I mean. The same amount any normal sane being tries to get. But some Puritan bastard on The Council (I’m looking at you, Yahweh...) decided that those of us with smaller cults could only affect mortals with our portfolio.

Not ourselves.

So here’s the deal. If I’m gonna ever get more than six hours of shut-eye I need to build up my cult. And for that, I’m gonna need a champion.

Now who to pick?