Thinking About The Time They Sent Me A Seven Year Old Autistic Patient To Investigate If He Was Suffering

This is just playing Dungeons and Degenerate Gamblers

(Game, can be found on itch.io)

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@elodieunderglass horrible things with legs

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Someone's going to watch Fionna and Cake and think to themselves "Wow I love the Winter King's VA! Wonder what other works he has that I can check out" and that's how they'll find out about the Sonic religion and also how to make twenty thousand dollars a month from home

But what if it was all a dream

Funniest part is that right there Spamton is not the one being sacrificed, he is gaining power from the player sacrificing someone else…

spamton in inscryption on the board about to be sacrificed

With the Slayer and the Princess away as mortals, the Cycle Broken, that leaves the 10~ voices and 20~ princesses left in what was once the Long Quiet, their centers gone, reality a simple cabin in nothing.

The voices however each believe in their respective princesses so much, they each shape the world with their beliefs, splintering multitudes of pockets of lifetimes in the nothing that is their everything.

Smitten and Damsel, simply staring into one another eyes in a meadow, they say nothing, do nothing, cause the other being happy is enough for them, and the other is happy if they are happy, an endless feedback loop.

The Tower on her throne, the Broken in a gilded cage beside her as she coos and pets him, the little Bird preening in adoration.

The Adversary and the Stubborn locked in endless, perfect, almost sexual combat, hand in unlovable hand.

The Opportunist and the Witch, embracing, smiling fake smiles, each with a blade ready to stab the other in the back.

The Razor and the Cheated playing Uno. The Razor is eating cards when the Cheated isn't looking.

Skeptic and Prisoner also looking into one another's eyes, each in chains, each squinting, never breaking eye contact.

The Cold and the Spectre, chilling.

The Nightmare and the Paranoid, gloved hand trailing across the bird's feathered neck.

Contrarian and Stranger, him trying to do something to annoy her, her laughing screaming in anger crying ignoring him.

The Hunted and the Beast, playing an eternal game of cat and bird.

What? They can't all bee good endings.

And yet, despite everything, none of them would have it any other way.

Not even the Paranoid.

At least his organs aren't shutting down anymore.

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