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➳ The Rot of Witchwood
As a wayward Witch, you have enough to worry about. Your powers, gifted to you by a curious demon, the past you run from, even trying to get by enough without raising the ire of the neighbouring town. But when you find yourself implicated in a nefarious deed, it's time to step out of your own isolation, and clear your name.
This is a text based game about being a witch that is trying to hide from a past that hangs heavy over your head, while being plagued by memories of your family. What is meant to be a quick stay in the region of South Hollow, until you're caught up in the murder of a local boy, Luke Buckley.
It's up to you to totally erase any doubt that it was you, before the people from your past come back into the picture.
This game is 18+ and deals with topics such as murder, abuse, thoughts of suicide. There are also going to be adult scenes in general, but also between the player and the love interests, which are optional. A list of the origins found here!
Playlist here!
Prologue- Origins being Finished Up, Midway through Chapter 1
Itch.io page here!
A Cure Is Needed
Check out the WIP Mini NSFW E Rawlins game on Itch.io!
The unworthy younger wolf hunts.
Beta Testers for typos and bugs are always welcome, please DM me if interested!
➳ Our Last Liaisons
Taking place nearly a century before the current events of the Witchwood, is a tale that takes place just a few days before the entire country of Varan goes dark.
Slipping into either the role of one of the lesser royal children or of a servant of no importance, witness the start of over a century of war and total silence from the entire east of the continent. The Basilica had never been able to touch Varan, the constant three rulers having always been united on the subject to never let them to spread their doctrine into their snowy, icy lands. For centuries each Tsar, Tsarina and Czar have not only fought back against the persecution of Witches, but due to their own familial history, have elevated each and every one into a noble house.
While remarkable, many things plague the imperial houses. Such as petty squabbles, consistently splitting courts, the business of marriage, vying for affections, and at long last... The perfection of the art of Tagging. An easy way for one of the Royal Witches to show a favorite among the courtiers.
Face these, as either one of the few people born above it all, the seventh child of the Tsarina Tatsiana of House Aureus or a lowly servant, barely even worth changing the sheets on the royal beds. See the two very different versions of living this life before the Century of Silence befalls your country.
This game is 18+ and deals with topics such as incest, abusive situations, dubious consent, human experiments and more.
Playlist here!
Progress: Shorter Demo is Out
You can play it here, on my own site!
The game keeps playing, even when you're out. A browser game made in HTML5
➳ The Mad Heir
The worsening health of the King has caused not only a little bit of disarray in South Hollow, but also complete chaos in the government and the house of Royals. After the birth of the king's first grandchild, he had changed the law of succession. Crown goes to the first born... Or, a blood relative of the current Crown's choosing. And while they lay in their cradle, the King had announced that they were the one to inherit the crown.
Sadly, they've been missing ever since they came of age. So, while the entire stretch of the Isles have been turned upside down to find them, it turns out you've been minding your own business in a run down manor, kept secret by your father, the regent, for... Your very apparent imperfections.
Royals either waste away from sickness... Or become enraptured with a madness not seen in any others.
You sleepwalk through your days, unable to sleep at night, knowing there is something whispering from beyond your curtains, your blood singing back to whatever it is. Things plague you beyond the whispers, something lurks under your skin, angry and dark. It's what takes up most of your day, to the point you hardly realize your father has moved back into the manor, with his new spouse and stepchild he's aiming to install as the heir without anyone noticing. Oh well.
This game is 18+ and deals with step-cest, ableism towards mental health and physical health, subterfuge and negelct.
Playlist here!
Progress: Short demo released.
Itchio page here! The password is: "fuckyoudad"
Is there a way to claw back to what is rightfully yours?. A browser game made in HTML5
References for RO's- Book 1, Book 2, Book 3, Our Last Liaisons, OLL Royal Siblings, The Mad Heir.
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Taking your opinions on future side games here and romances here (form still WIP)!
The Guide To The World
The Romances of Witchwood
Suggestions for Customization!
Masterlist of Asks:
Rot of Witchwood | The Mad Heir | Our Last Liaisons
Our Last Liaisons and The Mad Heir Info
➳♥ about me
Call me Inky. They/them nonbinary, nasty words peddler, amateur coder and an even worse graphic designer. I am also a student and working, so progress is slow, but thank you so much for sticking by me.
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The Princess had been scaring everyone in the room for the past three hours. Princess Ofeliya had been… An interesting guest at the Chateau. Her title became more of a nickname, and people kept forgetting that all the way over in Varan, her sister was ruling a third of the country. She was just so… Strange, at worst. Vibrant. Walking sunshine. Eccentric. Alive, to use the most apt wording.
She had fit in flawlessly with the nobles who were holidaying in the city, as the rest took their families and slunk to the countryside. Ofe, as others called her, blended in seamlessly, only abstaining from alcohol and indulging in everything else. Hell, people treated the baby in her rounded belly as another member of the party, imploring her to drink sweet things and indulge in treats, just for the child. She floated around, not looking like most women burdened with child at all. Floaty, wearing improper, thin dresses that seemed more like undergarments. But no one cared. Servants stared straight ahead, in the Gallian fashion, her friends adored her openly, being a breath of fresh air after season of the same stifled propriety of the summer crowd. Even better, Ofeliya's lover wrote letters. Lots and lots. This crowd of unmarried, married with lovers, married with comfy chairs facing the bed, were all hungry for delicious gossip, affairs and darling little stories of young people making bad decisions. The Princess never shared who sent these sweet words that made her blush and laugh and bite her plush bottom lip. But she shared some of the words. And, oh, what words they were.
Yes, she had been a darling for all the months that she was supposed to be "lying in", her seclusion period having supposed to include sitting quietly and resting. Not happily taking bets on which month would her baby finally pop out.
But currently? She was terrifying. Her sweetness had obfuscated what would have normally put them on edge with any other noble from Varan.
All those damn Witches.
Her screams from the birth were sometimes undercut by her delighted laughter, the sound echoing eerily down the hallways and chilling the air.
"She should be elsewhere for this." Madame De Bourbon muttered under her breath as a servant handed over her newly lit pipe. "Maybe a convent. They would help her. Where's her husband?"
"Where's yours?" De Villers shot back, his white painted eyebrow inching upwards. His own mother had dabbled with some of the darker arts but he would never say that out loud. But it gave him a brutish pleasure watching his compatriots shrivel back into moralist prudes in the face of Ofeliya's behaviour.
The Madame sniffed at him and turned away to blow the lavender blue smoke from her thin lips.
"She should be home, at least." Victoire piped up. Lovely girl, sent along by her mother to learn from the highest of nobles in manners and form her into a good debutant for marriage. De Villers had spotted her more than enough times crawling out from under a number of skirts and dresses, mouth wet and eyes glazed. "I'd rather be home if I had to give birth."
While the others had hidden away in the room furthest away from Ofeliya's, crammed into corner and suddenly pulling out holy books to muse and discuss. De Villers, however, felt the screams as a Siren song. It brought a feeling into his chest, warm and nostalgic. His father had thrown his mother out of the house when he found her conversing with The Forbidden. It was like if there was something squirming in-between his ribs, brought back alive by the familiar sound of someone he had loved so much as a child. He didn't even hear the scoffs or panicked looks the others gave him as he drifted from the room, skin feeling prickly and sweaty. Along the way, his wig was left on a cabinet, his face make up smeared, most of his clothes lay discarded, his shirt hanging almost all the way over his britches, shoes forgotten, looking like he had stumbled out of his good friend, Albert's, room after many hours of vigorous male bonding.
When he opened the door to Ofeliya's room, her scream choked into another delighted laugh, hazy eyes catching onto him before it tapered off into a cough.
"Valfroy! Oh, my lovely man. Come to celebrate?" Her breath was tight and hitched, but her face was glowing, with sweat and sheer delight. The nurses were all stiff, looking nauseaus, and the doctor was taking too many swigs from the alcohol being used for the childbirth, but De Villers ignored them.
"Of course, darling." He replied, feeling a gently throb in his stomach. "Want a drink?"
"Oh, yes-"
"Your Highness, it's not good for the baby-"
"Well, baby is coming in the next twenty minutes." Her face became thunderous, beast-like, for just a few seconds that De Villers thought he imagined it. "And baby won't mind."
The noble chuckled at the doctor's pale face and began to seek out a proper drink for the pretty princess. The room was slightly different to how he remembered it, when she first took it, so it took him a moment to sniff out his third favourite thing in the world. The walls were stained with something black, plants from the outside having wormed their way into the walls, skins open and weeping thick ichor. It smelt familiar too. There was a distant sound of bells, maybe. He thought…. No, no there weren't. Maybe? Oh, brandy!
"Oh, Valfroy, my hero." Ofe pushed herself more upright, uncaring her chest was exposed by the movement, nor by the looks shot between the Help. She drank her own glass all in one swallow and sighed happily. "Good man. You never told me you were Of The Blood."
"Hm? Oh, not me. My mother." De Villers answered absentmindedly, words flowing before he ever wanted to answer. Hmh. Worrying. Oh well.
Ofeliya shot him a dreamy smile, and its only then that De Villers noticed the letter she held, clamped, in her hand, the other one cupping her stomach bump protectively. Everything slowly faded away. It was like he was taking tea with his aunt, or older cousin, despite the fact he knew Ofe was younger than him. Something about her boasted experience, knowledge, being a step higher than him.
"New letter?" He drew up a seat, unaware of the stares he was being shot, the world narrowing down to a soft haze, just him, the Princess, and the moving bump.
She shook her head and pushed the glass into his hand, a demand for more. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, her eyes bloodshot in the most peculiar way.
"Old. His preference for names for the little one. It took us seven months, can you believe it?"
"Any good?"
She laughed, brilliant, sharp teeth flashing. Her gums were darker than he remembered. Not a mottled purple that indicated disease, like his father, far darker, ebbing gently with black.
"Of course. I gave him a list of names I liked, and he picked from them. He knows that I know better."
De Villers chuckled and she smiled at him with approval. Passing the crumpled paper, he scanned the names. Very Varanian. Very… Of what she was. Only her sharp scream brought him out of his reading, and even then, she flung herself violently back into her pillows, breathless with laughter, clutching her chest, mouth obscenely wide.
He couldn't help the laugh that escaped himself. She turned her flushed face to his, grinning widely, tongue dancing over the front of her flawless teeth, a paleness that had stung her cheeks slowly sinking away, a healthy color returning.
"Comte, please, this is highly irregular-"
"Shut Up!" Ofeliya screamed to the ceiling, and De Villers laughed harder, hand coming up to hide his eyes. Her own manic giggles just made him chuckle more, letter forgotten in his hand. "Oh, Valfroy, you merciful man. Hold my hand, will you? He can't come. She won't let him."
"Bitch." De Villers replied simply and she grinned. His colder hand intertwined with her warm fingers and gave them a squeeze. The paper scrunched between them.
Within just a few moments, after the doctor shot the nurses a surprised look, blood gushed forth onto the bed. They had barely held hands for five minutes when a new scream, high and garbled, join the cacophony of the room. A nurse surged forward with a towel in one hand, scissors in the other, but she was tossed backwards, forced off her feet by an invisible force that had the hair on his arms stand up.
Ofeliya, like some sort of beast, lunged forward, cupping the breathless, screeching thing from the sheets and pressed against her ruined shirt,cooing breathlessly. The umbilical cord had yet to be cut and was further staining the sheets and dress. She could evidently make out something he couldn't, a face, a nose, a mouth, under all the heavy blood and gore.
"Oh, little darling, hello!" She kissed its little face with delight, smearing the red over her lips and chin. "Oh, he's going to love you. Love you to death."
De Villers smiled faintly, feeling tired.
"Congratulations, darling."
"Thank you, Valfroy. Could you hand me that knife?"
Huh. No Physician would use this in a hundred years to cut the cord and for good reason. It looked like a piece of shattered glass, black and red and jagged and thick, but he picked it up from the bedside table and gently handed it over, watching as she sawed through the thick rope of flesh before it finally separated from her child. The Doctor scrambled to tend to the aftermath and De Villers tiredly slunk off. All of her attention was on the mewling creature in her arms and she accepted his goodbye kiss to her temple with a smile.
Returning to his room, he didn't realise the amount of blood on him. His shirt and hands and a bit on his face. De Villers just crept into bed and sunk into the most relaxed, deep sleep he ever had in his life.
When he awoke, he was sweating, disorientated, and his room was crowded with people, staring in horror at him, and at… Oh, darling Ofeliya. She was dressed properly now, a beautiful evening gown, with a cloak for travelling on. The child, clean and clothed and sleeping, was swaddled in her arms. She smiled brilliantly down at him.
"You slept for a while. I wanted to come say goodbye."
"Should…. Should you be travelling in your condition?" His throat was dry, unbelievably so.
"Oh, darling, I've had my recuperation time. Now, I want to go home to my family. Baby needs some time with their cousins."
He wanted to go with. Varan never held his attention before in his life. He loved summer and the beach and drinks and swimming, and Varan was bound in snow and darkness. But he wanted to. Join her on her journey home and make sure she was alright. See where she came from.
"Let me join you, darling?" There was a gasp from deep in his room but he ignored it.
Her face brightened gently but she only gave a soft laugh and kissed his forehead.
"When you're feeling better, follow after me. Better yet, find a nice little chateau for when Baby and I come back. This was fun but the crowd? Oh, draining. Especially since they haven't been that fun lately."
She straightened up, ready to leave, but he managed out another wheeze.
"What's…. Their name?" Her face lit up in delight and she bent down. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered, but he could also feel a gently shift from the bundle. A tiny hand blindly, clumsily pressed against his shoulder. She pulled away too soon, looking at his face for any signs of approval.
"Beautiful."
"I know." And with that, she swept out of the room.
A silence stretched over the room as he coughed, slowly pushing his tired body up, against the headboard.
"Comte…?"
"Hm? Could someone fetch me some water, I'm parched."
Someone scuttled forward. Was everyone always so… Boring looking? All of the faces blended together.
"Comte." Again, squawking like some chicken. Maybe he should also retire to his own estate before hunting for the perfect home for Ofeliya and her child. "Comte, you've been asleep for two months."
"Yes, well, I was tired." He swung his legs out of bed. "Do you mind? I want breakfast before I depart."
The room watched as De Villers walked forth, still in bloodied clothes, on thinned feet and legs, and flung open the door to his room. It was universially agreed that Princess Ofeliya, nor Comte Valfroy De Villers would be invited back to the Chateau de la Roche.
To the person who sent me an ask about the odyssey- I somehow fucking deleted it mid answer
But yeah, I agree, there should have been Greek actors but realistically, Hollywood would never do that. In most movies, the actual ethnicity that the main characters are supposed to be, those actors of that ethnicity are usually in the background as extras.
Also fun side story- growing up one of my school friends had Greek parents and they always insisted Erik Bana, who played Hector in Troy, was actually Greek. So shout out that ig.
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But yeah, my main problem is making movies set in historical time periods and hearing an accent from the USA. We still make fun of Collin Farrel for his Irish Alexander the Great for the love of God (terrible movie).
Take the Witch, where the actors are speaking with an attempted heavy Yorkshire accent (shout out Ralph Ineson) with Shakespearean influence on their actually vocabulary. Is it accurate to the 17th century Colonial times? Not sure, but it helps with how the movie feels. The desperate pleading to God, the archaic language, the desperation of these people. Now imagine it with the modern New England accent. It wouldn’t work.
So it’s really funny hearing an accent that I associate with, idk, Friends or those Big Fake White Teeth in an attempted retelling of the Odyssey. Like sir, the English Rejects were barely an ache in Celtic Balls.
Most other accents can get away with it, even if they are also out of place, just due to the fact the American accent is baby new.
It’s still insane to me that the Assassins Creed Odyssey had all those voice actors in Greek accents (I know Cassandra and Alexios were voiced by Greek VAs but I wanna check the others) and they had them pronouncing the words correctly, with Greek phrases dropped in (Ela, to come on, Malaka, to give out a general curse). I took Greek in high school and I was delighted hearing all of it again.
So why can’t Nolan give a shit?
And why is Brother Where Art Thou much better than an attempted recreation of the poem?
Because they know they can’t fit all things of the Odyssey in there. It’s a loose adaptation that’s a satire, but emotionally the hits are all there, as well as the basic character archetypes. They’re not claiming they’re Greek, George Clooney is a godsamb comvict wearing a stripy prison uniform, and it’s great.
I think my hatred just comes from 1. When there’s no clear attempt on authenticity, or giving a shit. I think Lupita Nyong’o is a perfect Helen of Troy, but I find it strange that the MOST beautiful woman in the world has a twin sister. So she is one of the two most beautiful women in the world ig. Also feels weirdly racist that he cannot find another black woman to play Clytemnestra. She’s the fucking half sister of Helen and yet they are twins?? I hate this crusty man. Why don’t you give a shit? Why can’t you hire a second black actress for the love of GOD.
When Odysseus is like the Disney Herakles (Hercules was Roman), where he doesn’t share any traits, his backstory is altered and he’s just a nice good boy. Just let him be a dickhead. He’s canonly kinda a dickhead.
Athena is not your mother, Nolan, she’s not into guilting this sad homeless man into doing things. She’s his friend.
ALSO- I will get carried away.
Anyway, and 2. Where is the passion? Why make this adaption if you don’t give a shit?
It’s my issue with most movies that try to adapt or remake a story. I’d list all American remakes or adaptations that I have a problem with, but we’d be here all day. But the problem is always “oh we try to outdo the original, so in this NEW version of old boy, instead of the protagonist accidentally coming across a weird interaction between two siblings, JOSH BROLIN WATCHES A DAD FUCK HIS DAUGHTER AND OUGHHH ITS A WHOLE FAMILY OF INCEST” spike lee what the fuck. “DAHDDY”.
Recentl watched the Austrian movie “Ich seh Ich seh” but it’s called Goodnight Mommy and it’s a rough watch but it’s good. It’s slow, it’s heart breaking, it’s the only time I’ve wanted everyone in that house to explode. The American remake is again, rushed. And soulless. And it’s a remake just because. Naomi Watts, please, this is the second time you’ve played a mother in a remake, where suddenly I do hate the mom, when in the original I felt sorry for her. What da fuck.
Say what you can about Epic, but there is clear passion, so I don’t mind the inaccuracies. There is so much love going into that musical, the different types of music, how it’s built up, I don’t mind it at all. Troy is rough, and inaccurate, but these people seemed really into making this movie. Hades and Hades 2 are insane love letters to Greek Mythos (they even know the differences when you use Orphic Mythology).
Not everything can be accurate, but usually we don’t mind it if it’s for a reason.
The Odyssey is there, not out of passion, but because Nolan is famous. No one except Robert Pattison read that stupid script. The outfits are terrible. The messaging is obsolete becuase I do not care when it’s through this framing. There were other Greek myths you could have used to get your message across. There is a keen disinterest in the fantastical.
It’s just a higher budget Cats (2019). It insists on a Realism that the original story isn’t suited for.
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I saw your odyssey post. I also did one, great minds think alike 🙂↕️
LITERALLY ANY OTHER DIRECTOR BUT HIM
Like how you gonna have characters that aren't even characters. A location that looks like London in november. Food straight from hell. Women that aren't people, just therapists and girlbosses and fucking.... Masters of making some rando feel Guilty.
NOT even about the baby he threw off the fucking wall. Just some random cunt.
How are you going to take a deeply complex character, a master tactician, a relentless man whose deeply prideful and stubborn, steam roll that, and just make him..... Nothing?? No personality, no drip, Matt Damon and His American Accent making me want to go rewatch Troy and love on Sean Bean. Motherfucker. Why are you making me go and rewATCH Troy. And actively enjoy it more. Tbf seeing Brian Cox as Motherfucker Unlimited is so so so good. Agamemnon and Logan Roy are dapping each other up in Tartarus.
apparently i went on a rant that went on so long im so sorry jude it gets worse from here but i wrote it all out and im stupid in davy jones' locker of depression and despair rn and this has gottten the biggest rise outta my sillay ass recently. keep reading if you wanna see me real mad about some stupid slut who can't make a movie about a man who wants to go home properly. let's go jude, lets get sillay
Why are you even BIGGING UP Agafuckyou? There he is, dressed in his 3d printed loser get up, aura farming, and its like? He's a loser. He's one of the biggest losers in any Grecian story, which is insane. TANTALUS exists. Herakles exists. Minos exists. These are all losers. That guy is the BIGGEST loser. This man outlosered King Cuck and his Pet Bull and His oversized Son who dislikes the color red and wanders around a labyrinth trying to find the toilet. HE DIES IMMEDIATELY UPON GETTING HOME. NO ONE LIKED HIS ASS. ODYSSEUS THINKS HE'S A DICKHEAD.
Nolan of course sucks him silly and allows him to do a Henry Cavill aurafarm.
I think the worst is Menelaus. This man loved his wife. He LOVED Helen. Paris violated Xenia's Law (NOT ZEUS, YOU FUICKING WALKING ARMPIT. zeus' law would be "fuck and forget babey" or maybe even "im about to absolutely rock your shit, you goddamn cuck" which, yes, PARIS WOULD HAVE PREFERRED THOSE BEING IN USE), he took Helen, he KIDNAPPED the women, and yeah, it gets called into the Grey spot of Hades stealing his wife, with it being descriped as kidnapping and rape but rewritten as "pookies liked each other" but that's a barrel of worms that im rolling down hill into someone else's boulder.
Anyway, in what fucking world, is he harming her, and making a joke about it. We get it, Nolan, you dont see how anyone could ever actually love their wife, shut up.
Also hate the accents. The American accent is 5 seconds old, of course im not taking it seriously in most historical films and shows. Yes, I find it funny that we hear proper English Accents for movies, but its the lesser evil demon of the two. That thang old.
I wish a very big fuck off to all of these annoying celebrity packed movies for no reason. The other day I rewatched Everest and was surprised by 1. how many big names are in it and 2. the fact that despite that, all the famous faces melted into the characters they were portraying. Something has happened inbetween then and now, because none of this shit is flying anymore. No, that is not the son of Odysseus, that's 30 year old Tom Holland who I don't think can act very well. That's not Penelope, who loved her husband so very much she spent years undoing the work on his death shroud every night, just to buy more time. That's my least favourite cat woman. That's Matt Damon. Who SEEMED
IM SORRY MATT DAMON SEEMED MORE INVESTED IN GOING HOME IN THE MARTIAN AS MARK WATNEY. SO, HOW, IN THE ORIGINAL "LET ME GO HOOOOMEEEE" STORY, DOES HE SEEM LIKE HE WANT TO GO HOME LESS. LESS. AND THEN WHEN HE'S HOME, HE FUCKS OFF. SHUT UP.
The Christian Sludge that's dripped over this film is aggravating. The way all the women aren't characters, they don't have wants. They're just walking mommy therapists and Anne Hathaway can't even cry properly due to the Botox. That forehead aint fucking crinkling.
Somehow Nolan took the worst of American filmmaking (overwhelming christianity being injected in a story that doesn't have that shit) and British film making (this looks like shit. why is it grey. why are you so fuckign literal "THIS IS THE END OF THE BRONZE AGE" die you crusted dusty bitch) and ate up one of the best translations of the poem and shat out something that's just. meh. a nothing thing. to quote the beast herself, "An Uncomplicated Man". Smooth Brain. No thoughts about anything.
I already had beef with this dude because he fucked up Two Face so bad in his triple abortion batman movies. which i will get mad about. But jesus. im sick of this bitch.
I’m still not doing great and feeling terrible about the lack of anything this year and still waiting for the painter to come and finish the job on my ceiling
But
I am annoyed enough to say that I think there has never been such a failure to capture the odyssey as this British American turd trying to expand his tiny mind to include any of the themes in the three hour shit he took on a poem my class worked on for half the year.
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i was just autoplaying shit on my youtube like an insane person and zoned back in to realise i was listening to this for like 20 minutes and never questioned all the gagging noises
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First, I love your IFs! You're an amazing writer. I was wondering since you do write incest mostly siblings, but I was wondering if you ever plan on writing an IF with incest with an MC's father?
Hmmm.... Now and then I've thought about it, but only for games where you're high royalty. Otherwise I usually go for the siblings, aunt/uncles, etc etc etc. also more likely to do step parents. dunno why, i gotta up my pervert
