You have no note to read.
>HUG TOM.
You don't know anyone named TOM.
>GO WEST.
Westward ho! Travelling west now, you tuck GREG THE SAUSAGE ROLL into your coat pocket and hold the LAPTOP (which you have named JAMES) under one arm. Determined, you stroll forwarded and promptly run into a problem:
There is a road in front of you. A road lined with BURNING CARS (because, after all, what post-apocalyptic landscape isn't filled with BURNING CARS). It looks a mite dangerous to cross.
Directions are: NORTH, EAST, SOUTH, WEST, and CROSS THE GODDAMN ROAD YOU PANSY.
What do you want to do?
Well, this one's obvious.
ReplyDelete>CROSS THE GODDAMN ROAD YOU PANSY.