Every p̶a̶i̶n̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ game is a s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶p̶o̶r̶t̶r̶a̶i̶t̶ walking sim with a depression metaphor
Every p̶a̶i̶n̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ game is a s̶e̶l̶f̶ ̶p̶o̶r̶t̶r̶a̶i̶t̶ walking sim with a depression metaphor
i gotta not die in my hometown
Nude body, legs crossed, belt strapped around and covering breasts right beneath an anarchist symbol on the chest No face visible, stomach covered in various unsafe consumption food warnings
[UNFIT FOR CONSUMPTION]
Drunk 6am raw demo thrown together after an AUX battle
"Tendrils seeping in from the doors I rarely open, from the cracks in the foundation Weaving into a traumagenic tapestry across the ceiling, sealing me in webs of refreshingly cold amnesia Traversing the threads as fate expands to encompass every possibility Climbing the ropes to new heights I never had lung capacity for My hope lighting up the room, searing every blind spot into my retinas Untangled free fall caught by a tight embrace A chandelier held by tendrils"
[Chandelier]