There's never a dull moment in the ER. Between gunshot wounds and accidents, the staff struggle to stay awake, deal with coworkers, and try to find a moment of peace. Are you cut out to work here?
There's never a dull moment in the ER. Between gunshot wounds and accidents, the staff struggle to stay awake, deal with coworkers, and try to find a moment of peace. Are you cut out to work here?
There's never a dull moment in the ER. Between gunshot wounds and accidents, the staff struggle to stay awake, deal with coworkers, and try to find a moment of peace. Are you cut out to work here?
There's never a dull moment in the ER. Between gunshot wounds and accidents, the staff struggle to stay awake, deal with coworkers, and try to find a moment of peace. Are you cut out to work here?
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.
Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, but hazy memory tells you that something else happened, something dreadful. If only you could remember.
Description:
As art students in 1890s Paris, waking up in on the floor of your garret, suffering the after-effects of epic absinthe overindulgence is less remarkable than you'd care to admit. Last night you attended your art school's annual costume ball, a legendary bacchanal so wild that riots sometimes result. But hazy memory tells you that something else happened - something unearthly. Something dreadful. If only you could remember what it was.