I guess I'll share this weird-ass dream I had just a second ago. I was in a metropolitan area, not unlike tokyo or atlanta. For some reason, I knew of these 2 people fighting over something called a "line device" which I believe they must've stumbled upon by accident. It is a terrible sorta amplification machine that the people seeking it believed would be able to simply vaporize entire swaths of people at once. On top of that, the device also had properties giving the essence of these people to the user and granting them extended life.

These people who were obsessed with the device had access to it, and were going to use it to basically zap all the people in this train station / concourse. The line device's timer was such that people who knew what was about to happen could avoid it, but the only way to avoid a sweep from the device would be to position your body at least 6 feet above the floor, or be in one of its "blind spots". Think of something like a microwave. Anyway, I witnessed one use of the device early on, while stuck inside an air duct in the ceiling, and knew it was some nasty shit.

The second time around, someone else saw the device in use and as I said, became obsessed with its power. He was going to trick the current user of the device in order to depose him and use it for himself. Once again, the blind spot was going to be 6' above the ground level of the device's sweep region, and I had about 5 minutes to try and stop its activation.

The activation of the device.... was done through a pay phone. Dude sent some minions to do it; their bodies had pale skin and they wore cloaks and hoods and shit, which was weird, but made sense later on. The person who wanted to own the device was obsessed with his own mortality, and would activate the device somewhere only old people went in the concourse; the payphones, which were situated on a landing exactly 8 feet higher than sweep level, between 2 sets of stairs which led to a higher floor. Once again, the station (which was by this time filled with a new set of people) was going to get zapped.

By the time I got to the phone booth, it was too late. Some old people thought I was very rude trying to push my way ahead in line, but I saw the minion in particular (not pictured here) hang up the phone, and I knew within 10 seconds the device would be activated. And, it was. The normally cold blue lights of the station had all turned to orange tunnel lights, for some reason. But, it was a trick. No one was vaporized. Instead, they all became these minion creatures.

I ran out back into the concourse and stopped one of these people, and said in a panic, "oh my god, you're not dead..."; the man replied back "Of course not. What are you talking about? Chomptons don't die. They exist." They were all muttering that as they wandered around, "They exist". It was really strange. As long as they existed, they were alive. It was clear though that these things were not meant for long in this world.

They are petty, shallow things who reflected a mirror image of the personality of the user of the device. Highly superstitious, a chompton believes they're pretty much invincible, can live forever, and act without morals or a sense of mortality. As a result, they have a very short lifespan. Death is the equivalent of never having existed in the first place. They vaporize on this condition. All of the chomptons I saw in my dream had pale skin, and shark-like teeth, which I'm assuming is where their name came from. Skin color ranges from slate gray to white. All of them wear this punk or cyberpunk-like clothing; something exaggerated like you'd see in Shinjuku or something. Their hair is always black, and they tend to wear black and white clothing, with leather, plastic and faux-fur being major themes. Denim jeans and fuzzy boots also seemed common. They fight physically, in a minor way, to solve arguments. Basically, they're zombie-punks and delinquents, with a metro fashion sense.

What a strange dream. Soon after looking around and seeing what happened, I woke up. I have no idea what happened after that, or whether or not those people could've been changed back, or if the line device could've been used for anything other than evil. I don't know if the man in the subway who went insane with the lust for power over the device was ever stopped. I simply woke up, and here I am to tell the story :V