Unburnable Garbage

to whom am I squeaking

me and my layer of mold have no strong feelings about this

i dont have "attack patterns" i dont have "strategy" i hit it until it dies & if it doesnt i try again

smt iv looks like thee crunchiest game ever and yet its more immersive than the most high fidelity seeing every pore on a 3d model's HD games almost entirely because of its soundtrack.

it’s so magical and beautiful that there are sprawling interconnected cave systems carved deep into the earth by various geological forces and you don’t have to go in them. there are miles and miles of stone passageways in total darkness that require you to exhale all the air out of your lungs to squeeze through parts of them and you don’t have to be there. some of these squeezes are underwater and require cave divers to take off their oxygen tanks and push them through ahead of them and me i am above ground looking at the sky as we speak. there are untold subterranean wonders no human has ever seen and i will not be the one to discover them #grateful #blessed

messed up that you can literally be better and nicer in every way and the adventuring party will still be like "waaa its a shapeshifter waaaa the real whatstheirface would never say that" like ok maybe i am a picture perfect copy of your friend that i imprisoned beneath the earth and replaced when you werent looking. so what. maybe they were a cunt. maybe i thought youd appreciate an improved version of your friend. with awesome eldritch tendrils.

The thing about the labyrinth is that for once it’s okay to kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill and kill