Operation Revolting Cliftonia

As I slide the heavy, double-glazed windows open, my lungs welcome the dry, warm breeze that rushes in to seek refuge. Inhaling the elixir, I find myself relieved of the suffocation that envelopes me, if only momentarily. The air in the room feels heavy and cumbersome. My heart palpitates like an asthmatic baboon in heat. I await orders to advance but all lines of communication have been disrupted. It looks like I have been Zonged. There is nothing... Read More

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