"Shit man, good question," Sleep replied, looking the man over as he approached Sleep but kept his distance.

"...Wish I knew..."

The graffiti artist lifted a palm to his face and rubbed at his forehead, before sliding his fingers around to the back of his head and adjusting his beanie a little, before his hand traced down to the back of his own neck and rested there. While his left hand went on this adventure, his right hand began working its way into his pants' pocket to retrieve his pack of smokes. He cracked the lid, shuffled the remnants and eventually fished one out with his lips. It was something the skater had done a thousand times, probably more, and to an observer, probably looked like a well trained dance or routine of some sort that Sleep had mastered over his years of being a smoker.

As he lit the cigarette with a flick of his lighter, he stuffed the Bic lighter back into his pocket and pulled in a long, much-needed drag as he eyeballed the stranger standing before him. The man seemed to be some sort of soldier, or something, judging by the way he was dressed. Sleep himself wasn't one to judge though, just wearing a ratty old t-shirt and bear of black jeans with tons of holes in them. He probably looked like rif raf, or some kinda' homeless bum with a backpack.

As he pulled another drag of his smoke, he noticed the stranger constantly scanning the area, looking around, checking his surroundings. That reminded Sleep he should probably do the same if he wanted to be able to answer the question this guy had asked. Where the hell were they indeed? From a quick glance, it looked like they were in some sort of mountainous region, but Sleep wasn't any sort of geography teacher and had no clue where they might be.

All he knew, is that he was glad he wasn't alone. It was then he realized he hadn't officially introduced himself yet. Fishing his pack of smokes back out of his pocket, he cracked the lid once more and then extended his hand slightly in the direction of the stranger, as if offering him the chance to take one of the smokes if he so desired.

"Name's Sleep... what's yours?"

As they were face to face with the two strangers, Sleep couldn't help but thinking they looked like two total tools. Not that Sleep or Atlas looked any better... or maybe they did? He didn't know, and who was he to judge anyway? It was unfortunate that Sleep had never caught the name of the soldier-lookin' dude he had been offering a cigarette to, but he figured if they survived this little capture the flag death game, maybe he would get another chance to meet him properly. As he was teleported to the starting location beneath the red flag, Sleep tucked his pack of smokes back into his pocket and soon found himself standing beside Atlas, ready for this apparent death game to begin.

He pulled another long drag at his smoke as he saw Atlas trying to say something, but as the buzzer drowned out his voice, Sleep turned his attention back toward the apparent battlefield ahead. From what he could gather, it was probably something of a mirrored map or playing field, with their flag on this side and the other two's flag sitting on the far other side of the map. Sleep wasn't in the best of shape since he was always huffing down tobacco smoke, but from the looks of Atlas, he could probably run flat out for twenty minutes straight before his hands started shaking.

The skater decided he would do what he did best, and he pulled his backpack off his shoulders, set it on the ground and unzipped the main compartment to grab his spraypaint cans. Reaching inside, he decided on the colors orange and purple and spotted a large rock jutting out of the ground nearby where he would begin his latest graffiti tag.

"Not entirely sure what we're doing here, but I'm gunna' give this a shot... you do you... let's try and snag that flag and get back here to homebase before they do, sounds like if we lose, we're dead meat."

Sleep felt confident in his new ally, even though he didn't know him truly, and he left him to his own devices as he headed for the large rock to begin painting his mural. With all the fucked up shit swimming through Sleep's head all hours of the day and all the depressing nightmares that flooded his consciousness, he knew he could conjure up something to help them through this little death game...

Sleep could only watch in disbelief and awe, as his teammate, who's name he still didn't know, suddenly rushed forth into action, jumping straight off what looked like a huge cliff to Sleep. The skater was half-tempted to get up and go peer over the edge to see the soldier guy splatted on the ground far below, but as he was considering it, he saw the man emerge far below on the playing field, now swiftly sprinting forth and zig zagging between rocks and other natural terrain.

"Wow... he's good," Sleep nodded, pursing his lips in thought, before turning his attention back toward his rattle cans.

From what it looked like, he was right to have confidence in his teammate and was sure Atlas could handle himself out there. Meanwhile, Sleep needed to figure out some way to be of use himself. While he could stick around their homebase and play defense like Atlas had suggested, Sleep was trying to do one better and figure out what the hell his newly acquired power was?

The system had said they were all granted new powers, or that they had been unlocked, but Sleep's HUD didn't seem to be working properly or something. He had gotten a glimpse of the words Nightmare Tamer, but had no idea what that really meant. It was almost as if his game had glitched out or lagged or something while it was finishing processing his information. Sleep knew he couldn't afford to just stand around and wait to see if the system rebooted or finished processing. No, he needed to help his teammate and do something... anything.

So, he got to work with his rattle cans, tagging a mural on the rockface he had positioned himself in front of. Sleep had done this time and time again over the years, on buildings, tunnels, train cars, you name it. If there was an exterior or surface he could tag, he would. If he could find a way to reach it, he'd paint it. Usually it was the thrill of trying to reach a harder spot that excited him and made him want to tag it in the first place. Some high up little nook that people would pass by all day long and peek up at occasionally, but would never dream of climbing up to; that was the spot Sleep liked. Next time they looked up, they would see his sick tag staring back at them and they would always know it was right there, from then on out, a little hidden treat.

Sneaky, out of the way places aside, this time Sleep just had to work with the surface he was given, right here on this rock. The movements of his hands, arms, body, and legs all seemed to flow as though he was doing some sorta' martial arts, he swayed gently to the left and to the right, rising up onto his tip toes and then rocking back onto his heels. It looked like some sort of skater-bum's rendition of tai chi or something...

The result, was beginning to come to fruition on the rock's surface, as Sleep painted something he saw frequently in his nightmares. It was a brutish looking demon, hulking in size and sinister in design. Sharp edges, bold outlines and red eyes that seemed to come to life as they looked out from their home within the rock. As he was finishing, it was as though the painting of this strange monster like creature was already starting to move... to try and come to life, to break out of the rock and enter the world...

Sleep however, wasn't aware of this, as he suddenly heard a noise come from behind him and peeked back to see none other than one of the boys from earlier standing there, staring at him with a strange, twisted expression on his face. It was none other than Bruce and from the looks of him, Sleep knew he was up to no good. From their positioning, Bruce was close to their flag and might have been planning to just snatch it and take off running. If he did that, Sleep doubted he would be able to catch him. Fortunately for the smoker, it looked like Bruce had, other plans however...

With the weird expression on his face, Bruce began to laugh under his breath and slowly started to change...

"So... you want to see MY POWER?! HEH HEH HEH!!!"

With these words, the hair on Bruce's head began to grow. He extended his hands forth and held his fingers in some weird grotesque position, leading Sleep to believe he was going to grow long claws and transform into a fuckin' Werewolf or something crazy like that. Instead, Sleep could only watch in amusement, as no claws formed, but the hair on Bruce's body just continued to grow. Not only from his head, but from his armpits, his asscrack and anywhere else he had hair. In no time at all, Bruce looked like that fucking character from Addams Family that was just one big mass of hair, reaching all the way down to the ground.

"Fuck... what was his name... Cousin It or somethin'?" Sleep laughed aloud, looking at Bruce's true form revealed.

"Shit man, pretty awesome power ya' got there..."

As Sleep continued to chuckle over Bruce's stupid ass power, he suddenly heard a loud boom echo out from the battlefield in the direction Atlas had gone and suddenly saw the aftermath as the entire playfield below had been flooded with water and now the jutting rocks and other natural objects looked like little floating islands out in the ocean.

Sleep marveled over the awesomeness of the scene for a moment, wondering if Atlas had done that with his power? But, he didn't get to look for long, as suddenly he heard footsteps running toward him and looked back in horror to see the giant hairy Bruce charging straight toward him!

"You fool, I will teach you to laugh at my power!!!" Bruce screamed like a crazy person from somewhere inside the hair.

Sleep's eyes grew wide, wondering if this was the moment he would meet his end...

Sleep could hardly contain his laughter. No, actually, he couldn't contain it at all. He wasn't one to laugh much, ever, but the sight of Bruce's powers to rapidly grow out his body hair until he was one giant walking furball was more than the skater could take. It hurt his abs and his ribs, to laugh like this. He couldn't even remember the last time he had found anything funny, let alone laughed. Such was the life of a drug addict...

The only thing that snapped the painter outta' his laughing fit, was the voice of Andy suddenly coming from somewhere nearby. Sleep's eyes shot open in surprise and darted around as he suddenly spotted the figure up above on one of the protruding pillars of rock. Andy sure seemed to be taking this little death game seriously and Sleep suddenly realized he needed to be taking it seriously as well. He could see no signs of Atlas and wondered if his soldier teammate had already been killed?

Just when it was all seeming hopeless, Sleep spoke up.

"You're right, you've got us beat... Just hang tight one sec, while I grab the flag for ya..." Sleep said, casually getting up and making his way toward his own team's flag. He reached the pole and pulled it free of its resting place, the red banner waving above. He looked it over for a moment, before turning back to face Bruce and Andy with the flag in his grasp.

As he slowly walked toward them, he could see Andy's maniacal expression growing even bigger, as he grinned, watching Sleep closely.

"That's right, hand it over! Good job! Unfortunately your teammate didn't follow orders and now he's swimmin' with the fishes!"

When Sleep heard this, he suddenly grit his teeth and spun on his heels, using the flag like a bo staff and cracking Bruce right across the face with it. He hit him with such force, Bruce went spiraling straight over the edge and into the water with a splash! Surely the hair-tangled mess of a man would drown within seconds, unable to swim with all that hair.

Sleep then shot a wicked glance toward Andy, just in time to see the boy unleash the blue sphere of energy that came rocketing right toward him. The skater dove out of the way just in time as the ball hit the ground behind him and exploded in another rush of water and energy, flooding the map even more! Things weren't looking good...