The optics are janky as fuck

playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes

and like this is just a me thing but i’m often disappointed that stories of such prolonged horror and violence are uninterested in the aftermath… how does a person live after that, even if there is no recourse or “recovery” to speak of. because like there is a life after it like there was one within it, and it bothers me that nikki is just a seemingly eternal wail after regaining full consciousness and control of herself. it’s. this happened, and it’s over. What then

“mom coded” “sister coded” “wine aunt coded” what if she’s his friend instead. you’re actually allowed to be friends with women

Guy who's really smugly opposed to a piece of media he just heard of: Oh yeah? Well what about [this question is addressed in the first 1% of the story]? Bet the writers didn't think about [idea that's at the absolute core of why this thing has any appeal whatsoever.] So no, I will not be giving it a shot.

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