Have only just come to, but was up most of the night. Birthday bash next door. Teen drama. Serious business.
So methinks, why not have some cheese, crackers and watch all Leprechauns in one night? Got bored. Came back to read some GD and, meh, booted up XCOM for a quick bash. Must have faded. And in my cheddar delirium I saw the future...
Soylent Green + casual GD fascism + XCOM; lol; rebels were fighting a pitched battle for the planet but resources were slim, and chances even more so; retaliation mission, evac failed; Skyranger got taken down and everyone got herded into a blacksite POW camp; magic!
Somebody swore outside. The party must have been winding down. But for me it was back to my imaginary prison.
After what seemed like weeks of solitary confinement and invasive procedures, I'd formulated a plan, communicated to other inmates via nothing more than a randomly oscillating lever in the shower rooms.
The details are fuzzy from then on. Last I remember, we were heading out naked into a moonless winter night, heading towards complex 13, where we were going to mutate our friend -- a talking bear -- into a giant fly to escape.
And now we are here.
Vigilo confido! Never again!
Good times.