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Ah. Not being all that familiar with the computer games demi-monde, I sort of had the impression that faced with the loan sharks crowding outside the door, suited, booted, and with shooters and that, and down to your last tenner you sailed off John Constantine-style to the local roulette wheel and cleaned up in an evening, thus both paying off, and earning the grudging respect of, the armed eighteen stone professionals waiting outside the door.
I don't know... I think I still prefer that version of events anyway. |
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