Description
In the town of Capervile, things are not what it seems to be. Even though on the when one does look at a cake he or she can only judge based on its exterior looks until they proceed to consume the cake. It is a very similar situation in this town, on the out every single individual seems oddly molded into their particular spheres, but it is only evident that secrets pile on and on in the hearts of many, some more severe than the other. Life is good, until the existence of an individual threatens the very cover every member of the society is trying to hide - spillage of secrets. What will happen? Will it this threatening really be the foreboding event that members expect. All that can be said is remember - "The game is what all shall play, To reap and sow what they say. For futile it is to suffer, As in Gods hand you are merely a buffer. So the play the game to kill or be killed, And help in thy unfulfilled......"
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