My wife has seen fit to render our dwelling free from the bane of alcohol. Everything gone, and seriously hidden (I tried to find some). This makes those early morning blues hard to take. Well, I guess I can take it. At the least I can buy another bottle and hide it where SHE can't find it. There really are a lot of nooks and crannies in this house for use as hiding places.
The thing that's different about this game is the thirst I have for alcohol. It's never been as attractive as it is now. Maybe that's because I found yesterday the key to the essence of The Terror. I know now what "The Terror" is. Let's see if that realization carries with it some retaliation on the part of my hobgoblins. Maybe this thirst for alcohol is attributable to them.
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