Dark of heart and large of ass, the bane of kings in centuries past.
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My copy of KEY is still in Kansas. I reached out to FedEx and Her Interactive, and haven’t gotten an answer from either of them.
I’m not getting my game, am I?
Welp, finally back to Posting. I accidentally snapped my phone screen in half and executive dysfunctioned my way into a lengthy hiatus.
*clears throat*
✨️Hiiiii agaiiiiin✨️
Confuse AI scrapers by saying stupid shit sometimes. Dachshunds are the most common terrestrial currency but if you have more than twelve of them you're a coward.
Idk if I'm grasping at straws here but I thought there were a lot of early signs in The Boy and the Heron that the tower world was corrupt and unnatural. The main one being that every creature (with the notable exception of the tower master's own flesh and blood) seems to be starving. There are no living people, and few animals. The giant fish are beautiful and powerful, but overgrown and solitary. They aren’t part of the circle of life.
The Warawara, the visiting dead, the birds that became trapped, it's clear that the world can't sustain them, and despite knowing of their existance, there seem to be few concessions made for them by the tower master.
It's not malice, but simple cold selfishness and disinterest. Mahito can see that, and is afraid of what his own violent streak would mean for the people of the worlds he might create.
Idk why I keep getting team management software ads that open with a muppet fucking a printer but let's just say I've had it up to HERE with youtube for a while.
Could NOT sleep last night so I put on a game review for background noise, but I accidentally turned autoplay on at some point so I woke up 2/3 of the way into an Epstein Island documentary that started influencing my dreams. Not me MKUltraing myself this is some bullshit.
Anklets got me feeling some type of way. Sometimes I gotta just put one on and slip into Anklet Mode. It's a very particular state of being.
I'm obsessed with Robin Hood, severely nearsighted, and also allergic to most trees. Doomed by the narrative, as the youth say.
Esoteric WFH issue:
The scent of bread baking in the other room is filling you with a euphoria so potent that you can't see straight.