Spirit Street

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

It's getting darker. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. The creators of this level didn't include the hints for success, so I guess I'm left with trial and error. I was up in Nik's room before ranting about how we can't be called rebels anymore because that word is so tainted with commercialism, that we have to be monsters, and monsters we are. But I don't know what to do with myself. I just don't know what to do.

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