Got another autistic dream story to tell. Had this one just yesterday.
I dreamt that I entered some kind of fighting game tournament that only accepted custom characters (it was probably a Soul Calibur game). There were 50 participants taking up 50 ranks on a leaderboard and you just had to beat everyone else and get to rank 1 to win. If you lose a match, you're out. The problem is, the hosts loved to rig the shit out of certain matches, so they would give various power-ups to certain players and make others fight five opponents in succession in a single match, no breaks and all (which happened to me. but thankfully I won).
Anyway, my character was Jacket from the first Hotline Miami (wearing the Richard mask and wielding the fireaxe from that game (I think) ). I wasn't exactly good at the game so I mostly just button-mashed my way through every fight, though Jacket had a certain combo that I used as often as possible: he would fling the opponent up in the air with a few heavy hits, then do a vertical spin attack that damaged them multiple times. This combo could be repeated twice before potentially leading into a different combo. Shit was fucking OP.
I don't remember much of the competition, since most fights were a blur. There was some nigga playing as Koichi from Part 4 of JoJo, who decided to be my friend in exchange for me not fighting him.
I do remember the rank 5 fight, though, which was against my brother's character: some middle-aged witch bitch with a tentacle hand that was apparently from Game of Thrones. The hosts gave him a power-up that was called "Control over tiles", which added some kind of short bar under my health bar. I desperately tried to somehow get rid of it for a bit before giving up and focusing on the fight, which was surprisingly easy. I fucking annihilated that witch, without losing much health and all.
The next few fights were also a blur, except the Rank 1 fight. Oh, that fucking Rank 1 fight. Now you might ask: "Gee Brainlet, I wonder what kind of autistically epic final showdown you had?" Well, lemme pull one over on ya: THERE WAS NO FUCKING FINAL SHOWDOWN.
The main host's avatar (some old Shang Tsung from Mortal Kombat looking motherfucker) decided to just take the prize money and run. So I, along with the guy playing Koichi, had to chase him down a long, winding river on an airboat. But I said "fuck that noise", 'cause I found an exploit that let me quickly catch up to that old fuck. It involved clasping my hands together and closing each finger, one by one, which, for some reason, made Jacket rapidly slide along the surface of the water. So I just repeated that, leaving Koichi and his airboat way behind, and quickly caught up to the old guy's airboat. Then a cutscene played of Jacket beating the old man to a pulp (likely killing him), taking the bag full of prize money and riding the airboat into the sunset.
I think the prize for winning was $100,000.
TL;DR: I enter a Soul Calibur OC tournament as Jacket and button mash my way to victory against all odds