“It all started by coincidence, like important adventures tend to do. At that point, we didn’t really know who Mrs Watterson was, or what that crab-clawed robot was up to at the music school run by Maestro Calamari, when Raül turned up with all that magic sneaker business. You remember Raül, right? Of course you do, he was nephew to Xavi Stein, that kid who lives in New York with two dancing sandwiches and says he knows which the door to paradise is.”
Warning: if you play, your imagination might just go wild. The organizers of Kosmopolis accept no responsibility for the frenzied stories that may be produced by taking part in this narrative gymkhana.
