Sunday 29 March 2015
Sunday 22 March 2015
The first description of me in the book:
"But
that little story is a mere incidental fact of the matter. The matter is this:
Something weird happened tonight. I met a bunch of guys who used to live on
that spidermonkey planet. They seemed like good guys, Professional Euroballers
as it happens; founding fathers of the game I’m told (apparently the
grandfathers of Euroball were captained by Rayners Lane Dave in the antecedent
of the game Kickthecan). Pretty good
at fighting ninjas too, got me out of a hole. Millenyway, that wasn’t the only
weird thing – the Bank of Forgotten Insights, a giant robot called Octavius
Dave, ripped itself right out of the ground and is stalking the city as I type.
I’m very lucky that my apartment is deep underground, and that I‘ve got plenty
of tinned rice-pudding in stock. I don’t really know what the hell is
happening. Fortunately, those Prankster guys are coming back for me in the
morning, reckon they’ll help me locate Crabtree’s purple sphere, so I can
finally get those deals done – I’m running out of credits. All I gotta do is
help them find a tiger.
Diary entry
paused." - Extract from Fact Reeact's diary.
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