Curennt location: unknown, but probably on a beach in Fiji somewhere. Hilary is not as content as you'd think though, his troubled mind is still greaving over the loss of his wife whom he had to leave back in Royston Vasey. When he was around Hilary was quite private about his personal life, certainly no-one had ever seen Mrs. Briss, though rumour has it she's a bit of a moo. Well she was a cow.
Hilary did a roaring blackmarket trade in what's collectively known as the "special stuff". No-one really knew what insides where inside the "stuff", this is something else hilary was very private about. Some say it was distilled from the drain sludge which emerged from the Royston hospital, others say it was human flesh. Who knows? who cares? The point is it tastes so good! It's a dark addiction that's hard to ignore and at one point the entire town were drawn to the unique flavour. However, a pure sample is one thing, but to cut it, god only knows what would happen then, in fact it would usually result in death by blood loss though the nasel cavity.
Well, that's old Hilary...*sniff* ....er...*sniff* *sniff*.... what the bloody hell? *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* There's blood everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........
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