Hi, I'm Safaa, a mother of two girls. I'm living through the horrors of war here as you read my message. I'm fighting death and running with my two children, Tin and Naya, from one place to another to save their lives. I'm escaping a real genocide and the spread of diseases and epidemics. My husband is a journalist who was seriously injured in the head and almost killed while covering the events. I sincerely hope you can empathize with our dire situation and consider supporting us. Your generosity has the potential to make a huge difference.
Love it when a character is like “I can tell you’re trying to smooth talk me and I’m fully aware you’re trying to manipulate me but it’s working. Keep complimenting me.”
Final mission was bad. Killed the thing at the end but. Start to finish it was just.....
Trauma on trauma on trauma.
Like that one world where the monsters were sculpted out of meat by someone with a very vague idea of what people looked like, mostly via outline.
Head's so fucked up I am just...I lose hours at a time doing who fucking knows what, and I can hear...things.
Bringing Wagner's card to the guy at the science outpost and then I'm going back to the base for a bit to take a long ass bath and get some food that isn't meat in me because I have had enough meat in front of me for a while.