MichaelReilly wrote:Right...
I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
In my day, we didn't have clocks. We didn't even have day and night yet, because Wouter didn't code it into the game. It wasn't even a "game" yet. We just had parties and people got all political about them, hence the invention of political parties. Of course, our anarchist parents grounded us... in the dungeon.