DISCLAIMER: THIS GAME WAS MADE FOR THE ''WORST VISUAL NOVEL EVER' GAME JAM. IT IS MEANT TO BE BAD.

You are hungover, having drank seven pints the night before. You cannot find your box of painkillers, but you have found some bread.

Eh, will do.

You will also curse the everloving crap out of your 'friends' for dragging you up five floor, holding you up by your legs and letting your head and shoulders (TM) hit every single step.

You happen to be British, middle aged, and divorced as well.

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Thank you to Yin_Yang_Jake007 for the water splash effect, all other assets are mine.