Hall of Infinite Doors
"Ok, so what do we do with the sugar?" you ask.
Captain Nutcracker wheels in the wagon of sugar, helping Candyman to slowly undress while at the same time reaching his hand towards your
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The Gingerbread Organization for Decency (G.O.D.) is charged with the noble task of eliminating all smut, slime, sleaze, salaciousness, and sacrilege from the Gingerbread Land print and broadcast media. We take pride in the majesty of our snowy peaks, in the rotundity of our gumdrop chimneys, and in the jollity of our good citizens, whose reputable reputations shall not in any way be compromised by the delinquent deeds of a devious, dangerous, and generally derelict minority dedicated to the disruption of the civic order. G.O.D. will not tolerate any such individuals or any such offensive actions committed by said individuals within the jurisdiction of Gingerbread Land, including the recently annexed Cookiejar Canyon.
G.O.D. thanks you for your interest in Gingerbread Land. For a free color brochure and a chance to speak with one of our especially cheery travel agents, please call 1-800-4GINGER today!
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The next morning, you wake up well rested atop a soft mound of sugar spilled out onto the floor of the jail cell. Candyman and Captain Nutcracker have disappeared, leaving only some faded white footprints and an open-swinging cell door in their wake. Stretching your limbs, you wonder vaguely whose shirt it is you're wearing. Your memories of the previous night end at the point where Captain Nutcracker convinced you to take some of that Gingerjuice after all You have a slight headache, but you feel ready to face the day. Strutting out of your cell, you make your way down the hall and open the jail doors into the early-morning sunlight.
Captain Nutcracker wheels in the wagon of sugar, helping Candyman to slowly undress while at the same time reaching his hand towards your
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The contents of this page have been restricted by the:
GINGERBREAD ORGANIZATION FOR DECENCY
(G.O.D.)
The Gingerbread Organization for Decency (G.O.D.) is charged with the noble task of eliminating all smut, slime, sleaze, salaciousness, and sacrilege from the Gingerbread Land print and broadcast media. We take pride in the majesty of our snowy peaks, in the rotundity of our gumdrop chimneys, and in the jollity of our good citizens, whose reputable reputations shall not in any way be compromised by the delinquent deeds of a devious, dangerous, and generally derelict minority dedicated to the disruption of the civic order. G.O.D. will not tolerate any such individuals or any such offensive actions committed by said individuals within the jurisdiction of Gingerbread Land, including the recently annexed Cookiejar Canyon.
G.O.D. thanks you for your interest in Gingerbread Land. For a free color brochure and a chance to speak with one of our especially cheery travel agents, please call 1-800-4GINGER today!
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The next morning, you wake up well rested atop a soft mound of sugar spilled out onto the floor of the jail cell. Candyman and Captain Nutcracker have disappeared, leaving only some faded white footprints and an open-swinging cell door in their wake. Stretching your limbs, you wonder vaguely whose shirt it is you're wearing. Your memories of the previous night end at the point where Captain Nutcracker convinced you to take some of that Gingerjuice after all You have a slight headache, but you feel ready to face the day. Strutting out of your cell, you make your way down the hall and open the jail doors into the early-morning sunlight.