Welcome to a world of bloody evolution.

The horse can be found if you click on the little horse icon in the bottom left corner.

The horse poops all the time. The poop releases a deadly, airborne toxic that will kill your horse within fifteen seconds, unless the poop is removed.

If the horse poops twice within a short span of time, the poop will release twice as much toxin, killing the horse twice as fast.

You remove the poop by clicking on it.

If you don’t remove the poop and the horse dies, you can hatch a new one. Presumably from an egg.

No, you can’t change its name.

Clicking on the horse itself will make a small heart pop up and then drift upwards. The heart is completely useless. It will not save your horse from the poop toxin.

Clicking anywhere else will do absolutely nothing.

Going to a different part of Tumblr - anywhere that’s not your dash - will pause the horse.

Shutting down your computer will pause the horse.

Switching tabs to another site, like Facebook or Google, will pause the horse.

Minimizing the horse window will not pause the horse.

The horse will just keep pooping.

The horse will die from the poop toxin.

That’s how I killed my first horse, True.

Now I’m stuck with Earl of Aegae.

Whom I don’t like.

Despite that, he’s over 100 days old.

So I know what I’m doing.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.