IFReviewed by
Jacqueline A. Lott on 2006-07-21 07:30
BLAM! Um, yeah. Sure. I'd jump up at something that sounds like either a gun shot or a bad Emeril Legasse impression, heart pounding, glance around quickly, then figure it's nothing, investigate no further, and try to go back to sleep. But dammit, it's difficult to sleep with so many typos prowling about, and descriptions that are so half-hearted that they actually come right out and say "room or apartment (whichever you want to call it)." Please.
And I'm a janitor! Woo! Not that there's anything inherently wrong with being a janitor - I have a good friend who's a janitor, in fact. It's just that I really don't sit around at night wishing there was another good janitor game out there, despite the fact that several people think such a market exists. When the gas started seeping in under the door, I decided to wait around without taking any precautions, just because I hated my life as a janitor and wanted to end it all. And while I did end it all, I didn't go out with any style. Struggle for breath, collapse, and die. No soliloquy? Damn.
Sorry, going to look for something intriguing...
