writer (derogatory). lead designer on Fallen London.
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My mind felt like fat clouds, freshly ripped. I had to find my wife. I could almost feel her presence; as if she was sitting on the same couch just beyond a foggy haze. But in order to escape the dank place I needed my lighter. I would head to the dispensary to look for it there, even though I knew Mister Roach would be waiting for me.
I don't think I'm breaking NDA here to tell you that Remedy has an event called Alan Bake. Unfortunately it is about baking cakes and things for coworkers and not about bong hits.