Our hero walks through the dimly-lit offices of Fat Mop Zoo. A single, flickering lightbulb swings ominously. Okay, John actually hit it with his head, but still… Cobwebs clinging to his balding pate, he slumps into his weathered office chair in a cloud of swirling dust. Right! So… How do I do this again? I… Continue reading Visions of Theseus
Both the hunter and the hunted are not what they first appear to be.