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Well, last night was fun but I can’t say that I fancy sleeping on my own couch again or waking up to the dulcet tones of Croquet snoring. Unless that’s Anastasia or Petri or one of the others. It was a strategic meeting after all and what one always needs to help that sort of thing along is pizza and alcohol. Perhaps there was a little too much alcohol. Not that that explains why I ended up on the couch while Croquet managed to make it to the bedroom. He is in the bedroom after all which really speaks volumes about the magnitude of his snores.
I do also suspect that I’m still drunk. And when I’m drunk I’ve an alarming tendency to stumble on things like this. If you manage to solve the solution to the Ramisis, it reveals cryptic riddles and enigmatic clues leading to thousands of pounds worth of silver and gold hidden in pyramids around the world, indeed. You too can raid the Pharaoh’s tomb. Honestly, I know marketing is a dirty business and sales even worse but this is really stretching things surely.