We all reach for a bottle, wanting to lose our problems in the haze of alcohol. The party goes absolutely wild. I down one bottle after another, despite my alcohol intolerant body screaming in protest. My vision starts to swim before my eyes. The glaring lights seem to get brighter and brighter...
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT SHIP THE REAL HERMITS: JUST THEIR MINESONAS.
When Impulse, Zedaph, Tango, Grian, Mumbo, Ren, and Doc decide they want a break from society, Impulse lets them stay in the medieval mansion he recently bought in the middle of nowhere. There is no technology, no running water, and no way to leave until the bus comes and picks them up. Will they have a nice, relaxing vacation? Or will someone get killed in the most unfortunate way possible, leaving the rest to question their own innocence?
The cover is drawn by me.