I am on my own in a hotel room somewhere outside on Stuttgart, Germany. If it was so horrible and lonely that it was making me feel a touch psychotic, then I would have a excellent prompt to start talking with worrying sympathy about Mountain Man, a document of one enraged beardy fellow’s attempts to destroy an entire town. Alas, it’s rather a nice hotel room and I feel quite relaxed. Why can’t I have played this whilst suffering one of my legendary grumps? It’s just so unfair and… Hang on. This has made me grumpy. Yes! I’m now ready to get a sick thrill out of lobbing boulders at police cars and attractive Alpine lodges.
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