I found it at first when I was but a boy. This gnawing little beast inside all of my senses, the occasional brush against my arm, something shifting out of the corner of my eye, a smell I never recognized, sounds that no one else heard and a taste of something so wonderful and yet disgusting I felt like crying. This was the it. It wanted my senses. It wanted to feel through me. It never told me why but I knew it wanted me. The closer we got the less I felt. Every time I drew on it it took more and more from me, until it let me take from others. I have seen through the eyes of many. I witnessed many things, including myself jabbing a shovel into their abdomen. I started to take the parts. It wanted them. It let me replace my own. My eyes are now two different colours. My tongue is split into 3 section where I have sown on new taste buds. Each of my fingers is of a different skin, one of them even being tattooed. I hear the sounds no one else can and can draw out the faintest breaths in a loud room. I can no longer enjoy food without nose plugs if it is not the freshest that it is, each twinge of rot hits my brain like a needle. I can feel it all and when I am complete, when my metamorphosis has reached its finale I will finally be absorbed into my surroundings and I and it shall share each others space, we will be one and the same. I will be happy.
Drunk 3 cups of camomile tea, reorganised as many shelves as possible, priced a whole box of space invaders shirts. I am very bored
"Rizz 'em with the tism" is currently my ultimate red flag when it comes to talking to someone. Love me some autism but if you unironically use that phrase to describe yourself, I know your interests are gonna suck.
I'm a massive loser who can't draw for shit but things like this MTG card make me love art more and more. Not only is it's sleek, angular aesthetic extremely visually appealing and an interesting interpretation of angelic imagery but the way the joints leak that warm heavenly light really feeds into that feel of beyond understanding and beyond our creation. Also mechanically the card uses prototype a card mechanic I quite like as mana flexibility is very useful and let's me play it early or hold it for a larger payoff. The hidden upside to this card is it being a white cost creature for prototype so I can play it in my shitty Elesh Norn commander deck and it's clean art fits phyrexian themes quite well. I'm a simp for the junji ito art.
I write this lying in bed and feeling the weight of my drowsiness. Turns out sometimes all a guy needs for peace of mind is the last slice of rhubarb crumble and a big cup of tea at 3am. Catharsis is a joke and I have conquered it.
I made a thing please watch it, your eyes fuel me.
I know I'm restricting myself by being a ride or die rpg maker person but why must every game idea I have involve bending the engine in ways unintended originally and frankensteining plugins to make these ideas real
I may have my title fight with a random Internet Lesbian soon I have read up on them and I may have a tough time
THEY CAN FUCKING THROW DOWN!!!
I give him the money. I am free of debt! He extends my house. Demands I pay him more. I am pulled into debt. I grind for Bells. I pay him. I am free! he builds more. He upgrades his shop. The building materials required to upgrade my ever expanding house cost so little that Tom Nook can go from a hut in the woods to a fully electric 7-11. What have I been paying for Nook. How many times will you upgrade my house. The inevitable Nook Costco and my labyrinthine house scare me and yet I am a slave to the capitalistic raccoon dog. Maybe at one point his shop will consume the fragile wooden spire that my home has become and I will become a part of the great nook warehouse that this town has warped into. What Remains Of Edith Finch looking house. The cycle continues.
Love the cringe human self. I also have a youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@runjumptaco/featured
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