From the introduction It never gets easier. Each month more unbearable than the last. You don’t have a lot in the fridge — some dried pasta, sauces, nothing actually fresh — there’s damp in your room, and you haven’t created anything in weeks; your flat is so cold that your hands go numb unless you wrap yourself in blankets as you work. Work is shit, you’re not sure if you can make rent this month, but you’re not alone. You think, smile creeping onto your face, I live with some fucking rad people. Meike and Ali: people who make you feel good about who you are, make you feel human, alive. Tonight you’ll party. You’ll invite some friends, cook tasty food and drink good wine. You’ll spend money you don’t have, but who gives a fuck? Everything will be great. An entry in the Rentpunk Gamejam