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starling

me: oh you know *mimes putting a gun in my mouth but i moan a little and start sucking the barrel and pushing it deeper

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like a uh. something along the lines of: "It cries for those who have no one else left to mourn them."

And I think anyone would be a bit startled upon seeing something you've only ever encountered dead, moving and breathing.

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Dmitry Khramtsov (Храм), “Eyelashes,” 2026

a perilously precarious dangle :)

Or, as I described it to my partner, "It's very postmodern to answer 'Why should I play your game?' with 'I don't know. Why are you here?,' but my answer is very much 'Oh. I'll just go do something else then.'"

I'm also willing to forgive a lot because it managed to be the first game I've played to successfully pull off a tragic ending without just being like "fuck you for playing my game." The game (mostly) does a good job of distinguishing between Her Majesty (the player character), You/Her (the player, as perceived by the characters), and the actual real-world player, with Puck being the only one who addresses You in a way that blurs things. As such, the tragic ending manages to feel like a natural but eminently avoidable outcome of Her Majesty's character flaws, rather than fate conspiring to fuck her over for no reason, or the game pointing at the player like "you're such a bad person for bringing this about." The player is (mostly) treated as an implacable and unfathomable cosmic horror to be feared, not as a moral agent who can meaningfully be blamed.

guy used to carrying heavy loads

Intelligent talking creatures of Lidian from Hunters Unlucky