[ebff2011] "He really did drink glass after glass of iced coffee. And he doesn't appreciate the criticism." -Interesting bit here is that I swore up and down this guy was in the hotel, then I realize he's in the restaurant. But I kept the title as it was because it's referencing Hotel Dusk. Gotta roll with the punches I guess.

[ebff2011] Despoiled sac of bloat, frothing behemoth writhing in the decay below. Sealed in, captive of the pulsating energy of earth. Contagious wretch, held in invisible magnetic bonds. It soaked them. I grew to hate them and depend on them. And then they were released. Stolen. Its power and its prison. Its inhibitor. Its spawn grew larger and more violent. And its anger swelled in propensity. Too large now to fit through the holes to the pristine world above, it hews its cage away without effort. Great chunks of stone and metal tossed aside, difficulty a foreign notion. All of the filth spilled into the underworld is about to bubble up and rot away the surface. Imbibed in the pestilence of the Rat's wake.

[ebff2011] Seriously almost everybody else has these walloping bulbous noggins. Only a few guys like Monotoli's security dudes come close to the StarMaster's head. Why is his so small? This has kept me awake at night since I first played the game. Is the true secret of nothingness that your skull collapses in upon itself to fill the void? Or is the StarMaster actually the only normal sized head, and everyone else was just stung by multiple bees? His head seems the most proportionate, after all! I think this is an important topic.