welcome to buddy's

it's like pocket camp ritual circles all over again, except i actually have a blood supply thanks to the glass and paper holding one of the mosquitos that keeps nipping me in the ass

i'm glad inviting newly met strangers in this game to come live with you is every bit as ominous and yet flirty sounding as it should be

asking the real questions tonight as i stare into the depths of the bleak icy hellscape that is food storage and experience existential crisis