Following the unholy degradation of my body and soul for two full days at Rezzed (the games show we just put on) I escaped through the subterranean hell caverns of London to my cousin’s flat. There we ate curry and passed a gamepad back and forth in a brazen attempt to vanquish an unruly Sekiro boss that had been bothering him. When my cousin finally killed his samurai foe, he let out an accursed screech of ecstasy that the whole building undoubtedly stirred from their fugue states to dismiss as just another bloodthirsty murder attempt in this, the Imperial capital of disdain and apathy. The next day, we set about a quieter task: trading secrets.
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