The role-playing game I’ve been writing/failing to write, is definitely on hold.
Tensions are growing between Abel Township and New Canton. Everyone seems to be on edge.
I think it’s all down to miscommunication. As stupid as that sounds. Madness.
We have survived the worst thing to happen to the human species, only to mess up by not talking to one another. Maybe we should be reduced to mumbles and groans. What’s the point if we can’t get it together to… get it together?
In other news, Janine saw me reading through this book the other day. She raised her eyebrows. Yep. I received the hook-eye-look. And then she said, ‘I hope you’re not hoarding any more resources?’
I shrugged and said, ‘Just crack.’
She’s got a point I guess. I should share the drugs…