Every hour on the top of the clock, he would

Every hour on the top of the clock, he would drink two fingers of Absolut. Then he would write a paragraph and pace. He passed his deadline by two weeks.

ago. He just kept writing, a paragraph an hour, drinking every hour. It was far from his best work. A harlequin romance about a rabbit breeder and a Lords daughter with warts. No

, not the kind of warts one gets on their hands... the other warts. Eventually, he couldn't stop thinking about *those* warts and it began to impact his writing. He was going mad

from those warts, the dreaded brain warts, and there was no treatment, just a slow, excruciating journey into madness and extinction, and in the meantime his writing career would

suffer for a lack of audience. Brain-warts have deleterious effects on readers and authors alike. Now the only books that sell are full-color brain anatomy charts with recipes in

-ricide", a game of skill involving figuring out where 'Pops' hid his naughty magazines, and then killing him. Oddly, the game did not catch on, as it was not tactile enough for

those used to a hard joystick in their hands. A little used option to play as Pop's daughter in search of his naughty magazines before killing him proved too controversial. Where's

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