Finn didn't know where he was this time. There were human men all around, all in odd green uniforms. Amongst them, there was a huge man, shiny, decorative badges coloring his chest. None of these people could see or hear Finn.
"At 6:45 A.M. Eastern Standard time, a huge explosion from an unknown source whipped out Europe and a large portion of Asia. No country has taken credit for the bombing. The Catalyst Cultist have been reported as believing that the explosion was caused by one of the mysterious Catalyst Comets that, at this time, appear in random numbers and crash towards Earth, supposedly causing some sort of supernatural occurrence. Men, I want you to look at the wreckage of this explosion. Do you think that some shooting star caused this!"
"No sir!" replied all the men in unison.
"The president has taken immediate action, rescuing survivors of the attack. According to our intelligence, the Catalyst Cultist, the Mexican Mothia, and terrorist groups in Nigeria and Arabia committed the act. The cultist claim that this is a "gift" from their primordial deity. They have officially called war on America, China, Korea, Japan, and Canada. The ballets for war volunteers is open."
Finn woke up with hangover. He didn't bother to get out of his pjs and went straight downstairs. He looked into the fridge and saw what was left of his cake. He put it on the table, looking for a paper plate and a knife. As he ate, memories of the party came back in bits and pieces. He pored a glass of soda, wondering if anything had gone in between himself and Phoebe's sister. He decided to ask Jake later. He felt like his father.
During his "breakfast" Finn realized that he had to record his dreams.
My name is Finn Mertins. I'm an adventurer. All of the adventures my adoptive brother Jake and I used to be so childish and carefree, but now I have to worry about politics and writing in this thing. I don't know what's going on half of the time. I don't know much about myself. Supposedly, this thing will help. I doubt it, but I guess it's worth a shot.
My first two dreams included some interesting backstory. The Lich, as I already knew, was born of a Catalyst Comet. It was he started the Mushroom War. He created this huge explosion. The countries didn't know that he existed, so they blamed each other for it, and such started war. Not only that, but at one point, the Catalyst Religion was a cult, and an evil one at that.
I shall report soon with new information.