You
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503- The Man from Hjelmdall stares out at you from the cover, his face fixed in grim resolve.
- And then -- sleep doesn't come.
- Do you remember the scent of your childhood?
- Good going, buddy.
- The bed is comforting, if a bit run down. Still, you've earned a rest.
- It's easier, this time, drifting off. Your head has found a comfortable indent in the…
- "Medicinal Purposes of the Pale." The cover of this heavy tome features a number of…
- In your hand, you hold four-fifths of "Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity."
- You stare at the now-familiar black-and-white rainbow. The book feels heavy in your hands.
- The 'Suzerainty' box is heavy and slightly awkward in your hands. You give it a light…
- Well, hello. Someone seems to have found himself a bottle of alcohol. Here's where the…
- Whoa! In your hand: pyrholidon -- the double rainbow of synthetic hallucinogens. Rare and…
- There it is, a brave little army in your pocket. The First Smokes Platoon. Twenty brave…
- The spread pattern of these bullet holes makes your chest ache. Your breath grows heavier.
- Why does art inspire you so much?
- The title reads: "Codex Urik: the Industrious Dweorgr of Wirrâl". It's an introductory…
- You are immediately surprised by the ball's lack of weight. No matter. You'll make it…
- "Unfortunately, I don't." He shrugs. "Unlike most of the locals, I have no qualms about…