oh mein gott this stage is full of kuntenserven

notice how everyones 30 now

Your artstyle is like your gut microbiome in the way its everything you consume and like and it also has all your bacteria up in it. Thats probably how that works

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

gets corrupted and unsaveable like a text file

Please stay

You enter the Shivering Isles. At the end of the day, you see your first grey hair. You meet a young mer at a crossroads - they point you to a ruin, just barely visible from the trail. You lose sight if it as soon as your foot leaves the path. Fungi grow thick and tall; kelp tangles in your hair. Moonlight filters faintly through the canopy - since when was it night? A few weeks later, it's still night. You rest in a completely different ruin, and wonder if you can make it to a settlement. An elderly khajiit tells you to get out of her alocasia garden. You follow her foot trail back to a path. It's daytime again. The young mer from a few weeks ago looks at you with amusement, and says, "Back so soon?"

okay fine well if you dont wanna play dissection or mind control then what else is there