: : : hi, im at the part where that guy builds two bridges for you after you beat the air night. i take the bridge to the south west of that island (the "air" one) and im blocked of by a big fence. im completly stumped on what to do. please help, thanks
: : Dear God, miracles take the shape of a star. The star shall be made of sprouts. A most holy buttstomp should break the earth and plunge one towards hell, er, I mean a tunnel that leads to a house on the other side of the fence...
: Milton must be sighing pleasantly in his grave knowing now that a way has been found for PureEvil to communicate directly to God. Perhaps Paradise is not completely lost after all. Yoohoo?
Muhahahahaha....good book, Milton was kinda creepy though.