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Ahh, Ireland. I wonder what's in store?
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Patrick leads us through a series of caves, the next progressively darker than the last. Each of the caves smelled of mildew had the drip, drip, drip ..
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We wind up at a hotel a mile away from the giant chandelier that lights up the Underground. If it were rated, the hotel would be a four star. It is ve..
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"Tomorrow? By the time Patrick gets us in to see his king they could already be on their side." I pace around the room wanting to rip out Mammon's ton..
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We go through the airport security with ease, perhaps with the aid of Maurine's mind rot charm. The fourteen hour plane ride is a bit less boring, th..
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"Greece is probably only a two hour flight from Ireland. Why did we go back to the Den?" I pace around the table we're gathered at in the JFK airport ..
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When we get off the plane and enter ATH I realize something important when an employee welcomes us to Greece. To my knowledge, none of us speak Greek...
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Torcon rushes to the door hollering and starts to bang on it. "Let me in! They're here, the rebels are here. Get out here and help me!" The door swing..
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A tragic death amongst the group. Who is it?
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Raze greets us at the plane. "How was Greece Ivan?" I grunt at him, "I'll tell you later." "Okay. Where's Daim at, and who's the guy in the cheap cost..
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