sometimes i boot up no manβs sky and it feels less like a videogame and more like a fever dream where god handed me a box of crayons labeled βincomprehensible geologyβ and said βgo nuts.β like yeah sure this planet has blue grass, a sky the color of fruit punch, and thirty-foot worm things that scream like dial-up internet. and somehow the lore hand-waves it all away with βoh yeah, the universe is broken on a fundamental level btw.β















