If you don't select 'Start Game' it all reverts to default settings which means names, clothing, memories, etc will appear, disappear and change all o...er the place and it will all be a bit rubbish. If you notice anything glaringly incorrect let me know and I'll fix it.As I began writing this story I found that it really seemed to lend itself to the idea of playing out as a game like the old Fighting Fantasy books I remember from my childhood. Rather than rolling dice to determine the outcome of. "We're all just first-draft people here. All you have to do is take alook around at the state of the world to see that. This whole world isan unfinished draft of what it should be, of what it still might be oneday. The difference is that some people stay first-draft people from thecradle to the grave. They never revise themselves. They're as rough andunfinished at the end as they were at the beginning of their life-story.What a waste of a life. The way I see it, the point isn't to. I can't really smellanything different, the whole garage stinks of gas and oil. Bob putsdown the empty jug and opens the second. He returns to pouring it in thepit. After a minute or so he stops and brings the jug back to me, aboutthirty feet from the pit. Bob tosses me a pair of really thick glovesand puts on a pair just like them. He unscrews the top of the canister,picks it up and carefully pours the contents into one of the buckets.Fog is rolling out of the container and bucket, flowing. Whiskey. Heather. Others. She doubted she’d ever feel the ache again. She would never again feel the need in her loins she’d spent so much time ignoring and leaving unfulfilled. She’d ignored the sexual part of herself for so long, thanks to prejudice and rumor, the world had started to become a very bleak, dark place.Now, though, the world was brighter. She was free. She was free to live her life the way she wanted. She was free to share her joys and happiness with her sisters – and the rest.