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Rutiger,At that moment you feel the unhealthy squirming within your stomach begin again. This episode is but a momentary feeling, that causes little more than a few beads of sweat to bead your forehead.

Todd,the door opens into a ‘L’ shaped room. You are aware of it having two windows, boarded up of course, one in the wall opposite you and the other to your left (from the doorway). For the most part empty, the room shows evidence of occupation. There are pages of old nespapers, empty bags, several empty cans strewn about, and a couple of empty bottles of cheap whisky. An old stained and worn mattress has been pulled against one of the walls. The room stinks of stale sweat, urine and cheap liqour. To the right of this mattress rests an old military haversack... [attachment=0]bedroom.jpg[/attachment]'A' haversack

Todd,Carefully as if he were handling an explosive device,[b]Todd[/b] opens the haversack and peers in. It contains little of interest and nothing of value, just a few pieces of stale bread, several mouldering scraps of something he thinks was cheese, an almost empty bottle of cheap spirit (possibly gin) and several sheets of a two week old copy of the[i] Clio Messenger[/i]. There is also a sheet of dirty writing paper, on which someone has been scrawling. [i]Something is moving inside me. I can feel it writhing and turning as if looking for a way out. At first I thought it simply stomach ache, caused by something I ate. But after all this time you would think it cleared up, but no it just worsens with every day. I’m going back to Clio, back to that house, the last thing I remember before finding myself twenty miles south of the city, whatever is happening must have started there, so there is where I’m going to start. But God it hurts, feels like my insides are on fire...[/i]

Karl,Try a Hard POW (30%)