say what you will about garten of banban (a lot of which is probably justified) but the fact that theres a series out there that can deliver a halfway decent monologue about nihilism and hopelessness, culminating in the exchange of "life is too short to be sad all the time" "our lives aren't.", giving you a glimpse into the dread that these manmade abominations feel on a day to day basis, hopeless in the knowledge that theyre doomed to an eternity trapped in an underground facility, never able to experience the world from the false memories they have, and none of them can help each other because they dont even know how to help themselves; all before two seconds later Choo Choo Charles from hit indie horror game Choo Choo Charles appears out of the fucking abyss and the cutscene ends??? fucking CINEMA. dudes on twitter can cry all they want but i need more of whatever this nightmare slop is immediately
Funniest thing about putting out a new fic is that people read it, same few people comment(!), and then every other fic you've written starts getting hits too. Like hey guys how's it going, Khajiit has other wares for you.
thinking again how gross it is that americans say they won wwii because usa benefited the most from it. truly exposes how in fact wwii was just another "war of conquest" for usa. but at least they are more honest than idiots who seriously believe usa defeated fascism.
Angel on my shoulder: we're extremely fortunate. You shot him in the side of the head and you're wearing gloves. Place the gun in his hand and set the house ablaze. Officer Goger's tragic suicide will be the perfect cover story
Devil on my shoulder: Goger was always eating stuffing and spelt wheat and steel cut oats. Bet he'd taste reeeeal good on a spit with an apple in his mouth. Come on, i've seen the way you've looked at him..
My tulpa, a 6'9" DD smokeshow hottie PS1 graphics anthro leopard girl in a lab coat: you must put a baby in me Your Highness, quickly!