CHAPTER 7
Tentacle Attack
Months passed without a single thought of the ancient and obscure board game that now lay dormant underneath his coffee table. It sat on the table’s shelf gathering dust, sitting there amongst the other rubbish, bits of discarded food, the soft-core porn mags and an old dirty plate and its cutlery, now growing some strange kind of mould on it; he really was quite disgusting in some ways. Even though Sarah had almost moved in, he still lived like a typical teenage boy, and with that, he still had a really careless attitude towards his own personal care, let along the materialistic items within his flat. From the day he moved in, when he was proud of his new home, with lots of enthusiasm and eagerness towards his new job, over the months he found himself slipping
