Descent into Dublin hell
I'm Marc, although Marc doesn't exist on this tour. He's a non-existent character. You'll meet a third-person narrator. An omniscient narrator. Over the past five years, the narrator has managed to gather some incredibly juicy information, including a unique and dynamite secret that will accompany us throughout the tour and the resurrection of characters who have marked a before and after in Dublin. Over the past five years, this narrator has challenged Ireland's matrix and found (legal) methods to get free drinks in a pub. It's my greatest achievement on this island since I arrived. A technique, of course, that I'm going to share with you players.
Pickup
In front of the pub currently known as "The Church," you should notice a human wearing a yellow cap and Harry Potter glasses.
Description
The curtain opens and a gloomy, industrial and poor city appears.
A mixture of wood, beer, urine, fried food, and the sea stirs the pneumocytes in your alveoli. And you know that the city of Dublin stretches out before you.
A city that has accumulated some very gruesome stories over the past 200 years. These stories will be told to us by people who lived through them:
On this tour, we'll meet Farrington, a Dubliner from the 1850s, and his tragic history with alcohol and resurrecting corpses.
The lovely Maria will be joining us to explain how women lived in 19th-century Dublin and give us a practical demonstration of how the Irish of that time read the future. "If you're superstitious or fear death, it's best not to volunteer for the game of chance."
Jimmy is going to be another of the participants. He's the caretaker of an old pub in Northern Ireland whom I crossed paths with a year ago. Jimmy told me a secret the police don't know. A secret that could put a bunch of British Protestants in jail. A secret that people died for last July 2024...
Join the tour and discover the real Dublin with its most iconic characters. Their tragic lives, the pagan magic of the Celts, and the most recent deaths that keep the gap between Anglicans and Protestants open. Step by step, we approach the hell of Dublin.