I'm looking at this blank wall. What the fuck? Man, I wake up in the funkiest places.
Oh, yeah, it's this bedroom. We're squatting this house -- right, right. Sheesh, crowded, man. Whoa, I'm groggy. Shouldn't sit up so fast. There's Brad, over there; late-sleeping bastard. What the fuck time is it anyway? Aren't I supposed to be somew--
Oh, right, the rally's today. Well, that's not till later -- it can't be later than like 8 now. Still, better get up. Shit, where are my clothes? Ah, there we go.
I'm a little hungry. Hmm, I wonder if Gary's got any food out there. What the fuck time is it, anyway?
40th place (out of 51) in the 7th Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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