“Fak! Faking Alaska! I had a way out. I blame the Angry Scotch for that turn. Too many beer. Too little food. Oh, shit. I didn't feed my son dinner. At least he's eating Nancy's cupcakes. Side note. Marty is Target #1 for next game...Marty shut down my Alaskan escape...fuck Marty. Marty? You're a dead man walking...”
“I tried taking the road less travelled by and discovered that there was a reason it was rarely frequented. I chose black, but I think I will undoubtedly go back (to pink). The reason for my choice was literary, as I was struck by the following poem: Black is the colour of a lonely sky. Black is the oldest colour in the universe. Black is the colour of a tuxedo draped across the stage. Black is a pirate flag in midair. Black is the opposite of yellow. Black is the colour of the Enderdragon s skin. Black feels like peacefulness. Black is a shoe left at a doorstep. Black is 340 billion years old. Black is midnight. Smells like fish, tastes like overcooked steak. Feels like obsidian, looks like night. I began the game hoping it would be more draped tuxedo, but my night ended very quickly and I ended up like the shoe sitting at the doorstep, on the outside looking in at this very strange game.”
