It's 4.30a Monday; I haven't slept since Saturday and the buses don't start running for another hour. This is the sleep-deprived result of me writing whatever random crap flows into my head. A strange cross between a chat-room and an old-style text adventure which makes little, if any, sense.

Janine, an accountant for a para-military revolution, discovers a small discrepancy in her expense reports. Is this simply a book-keeping error? Or will the trail of clues lead her to discover something more sinister? Follow Janine's spiral into the darkest corners of The Revolution as she searches for the reason behind her mis-balanced ledgers.