We somehow all agreed that meeting up at a cabin out in the middle of some forest would be a great idea.
On the trip to the cabin, people were chatting on IRC about the place. The name of it was a picture of a dried palm frond, the tips of the leaves curling inward.
When I arrived, a handful of people were already there. None of them were people I could place. One guy had a mustache like mine, which pissed me off because I wanted to be the only one.
There was a cartoon girl waiting out front. Not like a cardboard cutout, but an actual cartoon walking around, looking meek. … probably my projection of Roads.
I woke up before anything really interesting happened, but I imagine such a thing would easily go very wrong. So let’s do it!