Friday, 7 November 2008
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Examine Box
Sunday, 19 October 2008
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You are Englishman, stalwart defender of all that is upper brow and posh. You have awoken from a week long Opium bender, as is your custom of a Tuesday, to find yourself once again in a place you don't recognise, lacking in the most basic of hygiene disciplines and sporting mutton chops that put Honest Abe to shame, whoever he is. You are in a room with a door, a wooden box, and the crushing depression of being an industrial revolution stereotype. From the other side of the door can be heard sounds that suggest a jumping good time.
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