January 6th, 2009

unclean, trauma

I miss my cats...and my PS2.

** You look down at your plate.

You have finished your bacon, mushrooms, and sausages. All that is left is the black pudding.

Eat it? (Yes)

** You take a bite of the black pudding.

It tastes like dirt rolled in grease...

Your eyes are starting to water...

You struggle to keep it down.

** Your Courage has significantly increased!

However, you are now traumatized for life...