I want to undo the division of day and night.

it’s an interesting thing that the more prominent version of mechanic x cyborg/robotgirl trope art is maintenance on limbs and the like. the subject goes untouched; we can only admit to the malleability of extremities—not our minds. but we can go further. a girl jacks into your neck port, runs a diagnostic test, emulates your sensorium. the girl notices homeostasis response discrepancies, and in real time you feel how jarring it is as she dials up your temperature sensitivity. it’s not smooth as you would expect; it jumps between ranges in stutters. her hand is very, very hot on your cheek.

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

the philosophy of "losing is fun" ends up being less about how the game actually works and more about setting expectations for approaching it. I think a lot of people get hung up on it, but the most important thing you need to remember for enjoying permadeath games is that, at the end of the day, you've got to find it as funny when you lose as you do when you win [going too far] this is also broadly applicable to life

at risk of making it less clear, a lot of roguelikes are less about the accumulation of a great many important things than they are about presenting you an endless series of interesting gamestates which can only be fully enjoyed by allowing them to exist in their own context. they're all things that happen and cease to happen, but you are also playing as a thing that happens and ceases to happen. it's richer for you winning or losing, shallower for you trying to preserve something beyond the moment where it actually exists

mimes a dismissive jerkoff gesture but im shaking and badly hiding that i orgasmed on the 2nd stroke

[Bladder Control] is a hidden stat. technically everyone has a value for it but it doesn't get printed on your character sheet unless or until it's below C

hi *without intention or ability to start a conversation*