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I won the first series Hardcore and lost the second. Exhibits G: Seraina and my lady love shuffling a deck of cards and suggesting we relax by playing a round of strip poker. Then the record fades to gray, too fuzzy to read or remember. I wonder, did I have a good time? Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic tiles between my bare feet and tried not to throw up and tried to make sense out of the fast forty-eight hours. I held my head between my hands and stared at the chinese bathroom flooring between my toes. I was startled to notice black the colony's toilet paper carried designs which matched the natural floral patterns baked into the ceramic squares. In the sport of survivalism, you win if you don't die. While I was miles away from mastering details of play, I had a hunch there were no sections devoted to designer TP in any prepper's manual. 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