In-between a course of chilli and jelly babies from the food supply drops from the UN while I struggled on creating the product which would destroy all of mankind, something became wrong. Pain was becoming apparent around the chest area, and the world became uneven. Had the arctic tundra finally began to take its toll on the Lord of Leisure? Will a man unexpectedly bust into flames to emphasise the horror that has begun? Will we use a cheap gimmick like a snapshot from Alien?
I have no idea why this is suddenly began, one would point to my silly lifestyle of eating, not moving much and spending all the time in front of the magic box with the questionable amounts of illegal dirty movies. However, one other did remark that it could be stress, the lack of sleep, there are many factors which exhibit themselves on the body as a sign that it needs urgent attention.
Thanks to an overdose of Tums with a liberal helping of Milk of Magnus Magnusson from Mastermind, it appears the pain has been subsided for the moment, but either way a trip to see Doc Brown to either sort the problem or travel to 1885 is likely to be on the cards.