bruno

"mr storylets"

writer (derogatory). lead designer on Fallen London.

http://twitter.com/notbrunoagain


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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.