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ensure that ye edit thy profile and select an avatar fitting of thy conquests.
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do so, thou has to login and then look for the current game, under that ye will
see: 'ENTER THIS ROUND', click on that link.
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ye will be in the staging area where thou wilt see a link called, 'Game Options'
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Glad you stopped in lisanne! always nice to see Kalr and alsakann back again. Perhaps farseer will come in time as well as alaskLDS.
So off to find the antidote it is.
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Whilst your stomach gurgles away in drunken hunger, you stagger down the main tunnel, passing other Trogs lower on the pecking order and off to work in the Fungus Gardens. They wisely keep out of your way, though whether through fear or disgust you can’t tell. After a small eternity you arrive at the warm, smelly chamber of Badduz the Brewer, and promptly collapse on the floor. “….urgh….” you croak, or something to that effect. Badduz, a pot-bellied Trog with hands stained green from a lifetime of distillation, shambles over from one of the huge clay vats he’d been inspecting. “Skuz! You’re looking a little seedy this evening. Enjoy the Shroomshine did we?” “….aargh….” you reply. “Excellent! Thought you would. What can I do for you tonight then?” “….oof….” you exhale. “Right, sounds like you need a pick-me-up my friend.” Badduz walks off to the back of the chamber and returns with a tiny clay cup. He lowers it to the floor, your current operating level, where you peer inside dubiously with one bloodshot eyeball. You have a quick glimpse of some viscous purple syrup, before your nose catches a whiff of the stuff and you almost gag. “What is it?” you cough. “Well,” chuckles Badduz, “at least you can speak now.” He gestures at the cup. “It’s a new one and it’ll cost you one tusk. I call it Spleen Eleven because I make it by taking ..” “I don’t want to know what’s in it!” you interrupt. “Well, do you want it or not?” says Badduz, miffed at not being able to finish his explanation. If you want to drink a cup of Spleen Eleven, cross one tusk off your Adventure Sheet and turn to 37. If however, you think you’ve drunk enough for a while, you can decline by turning to 51.
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To spleen or not to spleen that is the question. Remind me not to fall asleep near that brewer!
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