I’m trapped, hiding – cowering, really – in someone’s locker. I can see a little of the room outside through the slats on the door, but what’s keeping my spine pressed against the back of the locker are sounds: heavy, erratic footfalls that become something tinnier (is that the ventilation system?), and the occasional hiss.…
Make A Little Birdhouse In Your School And Play This Pigeon Dating Game
Why is this here, you’re asking? What in your bitter lawyer life has led you to read about a game where you can pretend to date pigeons? First, because we’re rolling out our bitter empire, and gaming, bitter and otherwise, will be a big part of our empire once our death star is fully operational.…