Kazakhgladograd had humble beginnings, founded in the late 1400s by roving barbarians who decided it was time to stop roving, and to settle down and raise some little barbarians (or barbers, as they were known).\n\nPerched in a tranquil valley between two of Ukraine's most beautiful rolling hills, Hillzkrgisch and Krnt'z, Kazakhgladograd was greatly fortified against attackers, and quickly developed flourishing bread- and cheese-making industries, as well as becoming celebrated for the fine crystalline jewellery forged by its artisans.\n\nIt wasn't long before the iron curtain descended over the hills, and in 1958, Kazakhgladograd was razed to the ground following a misunderstanding over a mouldy roll.\n\nTime for [[work|Work]].

It's too early for meat. Society is still in control of itself, after all. Taking a generous slice of Irish Mature Cheddar, you create a cheesy treat that any fromage enthusiast would covet. Besides, all that heavy cheese will help you take your much-needed [[rest|Bedroom]].

That was a heck of a night! Well, now it's 7:15am, and it's time to get ready for a busy day of work.\n\nI sure hope you get that promotion!\n\n1.[[Get|Get]]\n2.[[Don't Get|NoGet]]

A true carnivore, you can barely assemble the slices in time before the whole thing has been stuffed into your mouth, thoroughly masticated before arriving in your gullet.\n\nIt's time for a [[nap|Bedroom]].

Your boss calls you for a meeting. It turns out Saïd has more chutzpah and has really worked himself to the bone over the holidays. You even begin to believe that he deserves it more than you did.\n\nYour boss mentions that you'll have to work an extra few hours to make up for the meeting. You're too dejected to even consider that it only lasted ten minutes.\n\nOh well. Almost time to head [[home|Home]].

A promotion! Hooray! Your boss even suggests you take the rest of the day off.\n\n"No point working with these plebs, anymore!"\n\nWhat a sense of humour, too! Maybe he's not such a bad guy after all!\n\nTime to head [[home|Home]].

You have good old-fashioned child chase. The children are terrified. At one point in the dream, you are chairing a business meeting. Dreams are weird.\n\nTime for [[work|Work]].

As he gets closer and closer, you realize that you will never be able to outrun the figure in black. It is time to use the element of surprise.\n\nYou jump over an oncoming log, and quickly drop to the ground, before turning and\n\nReally\n\nSluggishly\n\nMoving\n\nYour\n\nBalled\n\nUp\n\nFist\n\nIn\n\nThe\n\nDirection\n\nOf\n\nYour\n\nAttacker.\n\nIt misses. Time for [[work|Work]].

You get home from work. You're hungry. You're tired, too. You're being tossed on the horns of a dilemma. Will you [[go to the kitchen|Kitchen]] to get a bite to eat, or [[go to the bedroom|Bedroom]] and have a quick nap?

You can barely focus, and decide it's time for a nap. You stumble towards the bedroom, but wind up falling asleep on the living room sofa. Before too long, you pass out and arrive in [[Sleepsville, Tennesse|Dream]].

You get home from work. You're hungry. You're tired, too. You're being tossed on the horns of a dilemma. Will you [[go to the kitchen|Kitchen]] to get a bite to eat, or [[go to the bedroom|Bedroom]] and have a quick nap?

You set down your work paraphernalia, and advance towards the kitchen. You cannot wait to forage for something to sate this unstoppable hunger that lives within you. Luckily, you did your grocery shopping yesterday, and are greeted with an embarassment of riches. It is time to make a choice:\n\n1. [[Ham sandwich|Ham]]\n2. [[Cheese sandwich|Cheese]]\n3. [[Breadsicle sandwich|Bread]] (slice of frozen bread between two slices of bread)

Oh laws, it's a dream sequence! There are no children to chase, and no oily figures in the distance, though. This dream sequence finds you living the lucid dream of your... dreams.\n\n1.[[Chase some children anyway|Chase]]\n2.[[Live the extended life of a small village in the Ukraine over the course of 500 years|Ukraine]]\n3.[[Try to punch someone, but it's really slow and unsatisfying|Punch]]

You're creative. You're not the type to play by the rules of normal society, and this shows in your interesting choice of snack. Grabbing the extra loaf of bread in your freezer, you slam a hardened frozen slice between two regular ('norms', you call them) slices of bread, and wolf the whole thing down as a bizarre, chilling snacktime experience.\n\nIt's time for a [[nap|Bedroom]].