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Washed ashore on the east coast of England, two years in a cold house in a room with a staircase, then shipped to his current lodgings by way of a cardboard box along with his SNES, Mega Drive, and other just desserts. He now exists only to burst into fits of rage over unfairness, cheap deaths and difficulty, that is between cycling and the occasional decent video game and motion picture. Word.
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