Wacky? I Was Wacky Once. They Locked Me In A Room. A Dirty Room. A Dirty Room With Doughboys. And Doughboys

Wacky? I was wacky once. They locked me in a room. A dirty room. A dirty room with doughboys. And doughboys make me wacky.

If I had a nickel for every time an ostensibly non-horror puzzle game gobsmacked me in the face by taking a fearsome AI/sentient superstructure with unimaginable power, a capricious mechanical god-like who began the story looming over me with disdain,

and then for their sins, humbled them down into a state of terrified helplessness, their mind-body slowly eaten away bit by bit, left with barely a shred of life in the ruins of their own crumbling facility, using what little energy they had left comforting themselves with a melody that left me chilled through with dread and pity,

I would have two nickels, which isn’t a lot of nickels, but you probably know how the saying goes.

engaging in extreme bullying bonding activities with your angsty son because not enough enrichment in his enclosure might be why he’s acting out

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When you’re playing in the ocean and a piece of kelp brushes your leg

I don't remember why I drew this