Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Half-Dollar Hell

Things don't work the same in Purple World, giving Ziggy more than a second's pause. Yes, everything vended still runs you fifty cents, and the machine still leans intimidatingly, but these looming monoliths dispense items only as some sort of Monkey's Paw tradeoff, often taking your arm with it when you reach into the slot.

When the End of All Worlds comes a'tumbling down that chute, don't say I didn't warn ya.

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