planetary go!!!

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

i would like a hug…. JUST KIDDING! i would like TWO hugs. (suddenly becomes cold and standoffish) i don’t need anything or anyone and i don’t want to talk about it.

I feel like having wings violently burst out of your back would just feel really good. Like itd feel awful but also itd feel really satisfying.

The fact that GLaDOS drops Chell off in a post apocalyptic world but we never get to see canon rugged post apocalyptic survivor Chell has harrowed me for 7 years. That is like the one reason I wanted a Portal 3. I NEED to see her timeskipped with 20% more stress induced gray hairs, and a rifle, and tattered jacket, and bandaged hands, and chilling and cooking a rotisserie headcrab over a fire in her impromptu camp with like her long stretch of chain reaction physics based traps surrounding it, and she is using the companion cube as a bench. I know she has the will to carve it out, out there

and glados has to shuffle her sad gay ass over in the form of a tiny mobile messenger bot because she needs help because the combine or something are breaching aperture and surely even chell will see that it would be a disaster if they got their hands on aperture technology. but in trying to reach her she accidentally triggers a trap and gets bounced around wildly to each of the other traps in succession as is the design and chell just watches the whole thing without helping even though she knows who it is. This is the beginning of portal 3 btw so i hope you imagined that in first person POV

the first pitch for portal 3 that has me on board normally I'm like nah bruh the narrative arc has reached a satisfying conclusion we're done here but the idea of Glados building herself a skittery little mobile body and running after Chell to ask for help delights and intrigues me 'there are rude violent disgusting humans destroying my test chambers' 'so I immediately thought of you. the rudest most violent maniac I've ever known' and technically this is all your fault seeing as YOU disabled my deadly neurotoxin and left me alone and defenceless to the whims of a cruel uncaring world are you going to take responsibility for your actions or are you gping to let these ruffians escape with the power to detonate the planet oh did I not mention the aperture science planetary detonation device?

my robotgirlfriend very concerned that i can just imagine stuff. "but its not real?? but its in your mind???" like yes. i can imagine anything im so powerful mwahahaha

she asked me to imagine having sex with her and she just stares at me very intensely while i do it. to be clear we also have real physical sex. not sure what she's getting out of this

she told me to bully the version of her thats in my mind. i think i know what shes getting out of this now

she figured out how to run a simulation of me drowning 24/7 wihtout being able to die. it feels more fucked up than what im doing but i find it hard to articulate why

my robotgirlfriend likes to pretend to be like one of those old arcade cabinets and she goes completely stiff until a put a quarter in her weird mouth thing. she does it mid conversation sometimes and she thinks shes sooooo funny when i forget and get concerned shes crashing or something

my robotgirlfriend likes the idea of replacing her fans with a liquid cooling system that uses my blood