Ender After

His time played has almost amounted to 4 hours now. Should I call someone? Would anyone listen? Who would believe a video game stole my boyfriend’s sanity?

We have a new gang, we have Retchy, Wrong dog, and Walt the fault. The tower of pain is still going strong.

Walt the fault does in fact have spots and a tail. I wonder what genetic horrors has occurred to produce such a mutation. I don’t wish to imagine.

My favorite has died, Spiderglumph (In his last moments, renamed to Spiderglumphiest)

A NEW PUP HAS BEEN BORN! welcome to the world little baby ‘up-chuck’. I image he is related to Retchy.

The grave has also been updated. There is now a industrial fan. I have no words. They are in being blown into the punching bags.

Retchy has just shit out an egg. Is that normal?

He is forcing up-chuck to eat dehydrated treats. This dog has the life of an astronaut right after hatching.

Walt the fault has mutated, his tail got smaller, is that normal?? Do dogs tail get smaller when they get older?

Wrong dog likes to eat dirt. What a good dog.. I think?

Up-chuck is having his first pupate!! The boy is growing!! He got bigger, but not much else. We have found out the dehydrated treats don’t give what he wanted, up-chucks new chosen food is moon cheese. This fits his astronaut vibe still. He went from the astronaut to the alien.

Never mind, moon cheese is no longer acceptable, his new given food is onion rings. Is that safe for dogs?

Walt the faults given good is ham sandwich’s. Not the worst option to be stuck with I suppose.

Wrong dog is in-fact tripping over himself, he is so long.

He is now breeding Retchy and Wrong dog. He will keep breeding until the simulation is unstable. A new dog has joined the rat race (dog race?) he has a big fluffy orange tail, we will name him Cheto!

Walt (the fault) has grown up enough to move to the adult area.

Cheto has hatched! Welcome to this world of horror and torment.

He now has a new favorite, that being Cheto. Up-chuck was the favorite, but he has now fallen out of favor. I would say it’s not his fault, but given his name, that feels counterproductive.

Did I ever mention that Retchy looks like a pickle? He is long and bright puke green. (Tactful naming, I know)

I fucking love Cheto. His pixelish charms and AI path finder system that are both throughly fucked are quite endearing.

Cheto’s given fruit is cut fruit.

Every once in a while, he tells them to sleep, they immediately stop what they are doing, and instantly fall over. He whispers under is breath “night night night night night”.

Cheto and up-chuck has pupated. Up-chuck got bigger, and cheto’s tail got bigger (the boy!)

He is now non-stop scolding Retchy. Retchy’s play meter is low, I’m not sure if they can die of boredom, my boyfriend doesn’t know either. He says he doesn’t care either way. He only cares for Cheto now.

Cheto and up-chuck are playing, this is good, cheto deserves it. Up-chuck is little bit of a disappointment, but he makes Cheto happy so we’ll keep him around.

He is planning to sacrifice up-chuck and use his soul to make Walt live longer.

He is talking about adding another room. He said, and I quote, “For dogs that need a little more,” he would not elaborate. I’ll admit I was having some fun, giving him my options, getting attached. But I saw a flash of evil in his eyes. It’s like a supervillain replaced my boyfriend. I snapped out of it and have now seen this game for what it was again. PETA’s worst fucking nightmare.

Wrong dog and Retchy are getting old, they will pass soon. I wonder what room they will ascend to.

Retchy has died. There were tears. He has the others consuming.

He is currently starving a dog named Proto. He is planning on using this dog to make cheto or Walt live longer.

Wrong dog has passed away.

Proto is on the verge of death. He is excited to see how he may die.

Up-chuck continues to be a disappointment, he mutated and only got bigger. That’s it. Cheto continues to be perfect in every way.

Proto is still alive. Somehow. He did just get a soon to die notification, and so did Walt. It is a race for time.

Proto has died, his heart will now be used to make Walt live longer. Thank you for your sacrifice Proto <3

Walt was on the verge of death, but he ate the heart in the nick of time.

Within the first few minutes we got a new dog, and he named it “fresh” because the cation said fresh dog.

Just watched him torture the fictional dog named Fresh, then he named it Less-Fresh, and he named it Stale right before it died. He put it in a room where it was permanently stuck in torment, never being able to rest in his final moments, only being viciously thrown around by an army of punching bags that fight back. He was in constant motion until his inevitable demise. He memorized Fresh then less-fresh now stale and wrote on his grave stone “the first… not the greatest. The burnt pancake.”

He's now doing unethical breading techniques, that will only lead to a short painful life. He has has made one as long as possible, with an extremely small head. I believe that this dog will snap in half if played with to hard. I fear for it.

He, in the effort to get unique dogs, is forcing some to consume its own excrements. They have eaten so much poop.

I'm scared to admit I egged him on in the beginning. I regret my actions.

He has now created what I nicknamed the tower of pain.

The lower level is the hatchlings, the ones unable to breed. They live a beautiful and effortless life, an existence doomed from the first clap of the dog of loves paws.

Once they have pupated 3 times, they are ready to fornicate with the other ‘dogs’. These ones move to the living room. A room filled with plants and toys and lots of food. They live a good life in here, for they have one job, to eat. But they can only eat what they are assigned, so they can mutate in an acceptable, fashion with the correct bacteria.

However, once they have served their purpose, and can no longer bread, they move to the death room. The death room is split in half viva gruesome looking jack-o-lanterns. They have spiteful, evil faces staring into what he calls ‘the bad side’. The bad side is where dogs that has been displeasing in their lives go. A never ending world of miserable bouncing, being flung around by punching bags. They all meet Fresh then Less-Fresh now Stales fate.

The good side has a tv and a starfish. This is where the good dogs go. Within the 2 hours I beheld of him playing, only 66% of the dogs made it to the good place.

All of these rooms are stacked on top of each other, as the ‘dogs’ climb the tower of life.