Bååbösåångjåår

A downloadable antidotal anecdote for Windows.

There would be a family gathering, they said. There surely would be your family residing in this exact position presented in the letter, they said. Follow the direction and you shall meet your family after a god-knows-how long has it been since you last met them, they said. They said so. You, as a very man, are in a severed quest of locating your home for annual Christmas Family Gathering (CFG). But upon successfully injecting yourself into the so-called your family house, it was revealed that the house was in fact, nothing but deception -- Lies. Obsoletion. Left-to-rot-away.