The Ruins are plunged into a sepulchral silence, interrupted only by the wind and heart-rending wails. Laa-Laa is sitting on the cold ground, leaning against a stone pillar that is about to collapse. You have just ingested the Noo-Noo-infected tubbieporridge and your body is beginning to reject its own form. There is no way out, there is no cure...Read more