Is that the same date you took me on when we first met?
No.
Oh.
If I wrote you a love letter, where would you keep it?
Nowhere - I'd throw it away when I finished reading it
Could you really be so cruel?
It's been a long time. It isn't cruel, I just don't love you anymore.
Don't you remember all the good times?
I remember the poems I wrote you.
You wrote me poems?
I never gave them to you.
Oh. Why not? I think I would've liked them.
You were always so judgmental.
Right, I remember you said that before.
You called me judgmental on the plane, when I made fun of someone's crocs and the in flight magazine and the book you were reading.
The first night we were in Vegas, you slept on the floor. You said you didn't want to share a bed with me if I was going to be like this. And then the next day you felt bad, so you bought me...
A poker chip keychain
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you.
But no.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
Sorry, I'm getting distracted. I said I would ask you questions.
I'm going to ask you more questions.
Okay. Ask me the next question.
When you wake up to an empty bed, what do you think about?
That last phone call
Should we reenact it?
I'm at the bar. I'm waiting for you. You're...
at home
You were tired. You just wanted to sleep. You were always working, putting in too many hours, and I was pretending I wasn't mad at you about it but I wasn't fooling either of us.
I asked you, "do you even want to see me?"
And you said...
"Yes."
"Then why aren't you here?"
"I never promised to come out tonight."
I don't want to hear this.
"I always feel like I come last. Whatever else you're doing, it's always more important than me," I say.
You can hear me crying. Maybe I'm a little bit drunk already.
Maybe we've already had this argument. Maybe we've had it many times. Maybe you're starting to hate me, just a little.
Hang up
The fight leaves a sour taste in both our mouths. I send you thirteen text messages. You don't respond.
In the morning you feel guilty, and you send me...
a playlist of our favorite songs
It's the same old pattern. You feel guilty, and I'm angry, and neither of us really likes the other anymore. You send me gifts instead of apologies, and I stare at them and pretend they make me feel better.
I want you to stop feeling bad because of me, but I can't bring myself to release you yet.
You don't have to. I'm about to walk away.
I know.
...
I kept all your presents – all the ones that didn't die or get eaten. Isn't that so sad?
...
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you. Did I say that already?
I think I said that already.
It doesn't matter. It's a lie anyway.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
That wasn't it
Then why did you leave?
...
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Let's pretend it's two years ago.
Let's pretend we just got back from Vegas.
It's almost the fourth of July. You have to make a decision: are you going back to grad school, or are you taking that job out in California?
I'm taking the job.
I'm proud of you. I know how much you've wanted this.
Why are we doing this? Why are you still pretending?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What do you want from me?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
We aren't together anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's been a long time.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What's the point of rehashing everything we did together?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Please.
Remember when we went to Vegas?
I remember.
The second day of that trip, when we got lost on the strip and blew all our money on the slot machines – that was when I first realized I loved you. It was 102 degrees and you used your last 3 dollars to buy me...
We did this already.
Well.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's not the fourth of July. It's not two years ago. I don't love you anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Fine.
Look. They're beautiful.
Yes, they are.
You were watching the fireworks and I was watching you. Your face was bathed in red and blue light, and I knew even then you didn't love me.
That's not fair.
Maybe not.
But if I asked you how you loved me, would you even have an answer?
...
Maybe that's not something you can methodologize. Maybe I shouldn't have kept asking.
I think I just wanted some proof that you loved me.
I wrote you all those poems.
You never gave them to me.
Would it have mattered if I did?
I guess not. No.
You need to move on.
I know.
I am not your villain.
I know.
Do you remember the last thing you said to me?
"I'm sorry."
I'm sorry too.
Are we done yet?
Sure. We're done.
Is that it?
Did you want something more from me?
You told me to answer 10 questions. You said you would tell me what kind of lover I am.
Right. You still want that?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Okay.
Here are your results.
...
YOU GOT: Sweet, But Aloof.
You're thoughtful. You write poetry for your partner, and buy them gifts when the heat gets to be too much. But your self-consciousness can get in the way sometimes; you're too embarrassed to share your poetry, and you go a long time without saying "I love you" out of fear that they won't say it back. Learn to open up. Learn to be vulnerable with another person. Otherwise, how will you ever really love them?
Otherwise, you might end up standing side by side beneath the fireworks on the fourth of July, and they'll look at your face, beautiful in the red and blue light, and they'll wonder if you really love them. And they'll think back to that night, over and over again, the way your face looked, and they'll think maybe you never did. And they'll cling to every gift you ever gave them, desperate for proof that you cared. And they may realize that these problems are just as much theirs, that it takes two to play this game, but god couldn't you just have loved them better? What if you each could have been enough for the other? It would've been so nice to be happy together.
...
There's your answer. That's all I have left to give you.
i just tried to be an asshole for the whole game, heres what i answered
Begin.
What's your favorite flower?
Roses
What's your ideal first date?
Dinner and a movie
Is that the same date you took me on when we first met?
No.
Oh.
If I wrote you a love letter, where would you keep it?
In a box under my bed
What else is in the box?
The photos from our trip to Vegas
Why did you keep those?
To remember the bad times
The first night we were in Vegas, you slept on the floor. You said you didn't want to share a bed with me if I was going to be like this. And then the next day you felt bad, so you bought me...
An Elvis bobblehead
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you.
But no.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
Sorry, I'm getting distracted. I said I would ask you questions.
I'm going to ask you more questions.
Okay. Ask me the next question.
When you wake up to an empty bed, what do you think about?
The fight we had on the subway
We were sitting next to each other on the plastic seats, and every time the train turned, our knees bumped together.
We were getting off at different stops. I was going to the bar, and you were going...
home
You told me you were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. You were always working, putting in too many hours, and I was pretending I wasn't mad at you about it but I wasn't fooling either of us.
We were almost at your stop when I started begging you to come with me. To have just one drink. I said, "don't leave me yet."
And you said...
"Fine. Just one drink."
We went to your favorite dive bar. You had one drink and I had several. I was being annoying, and I could tell but I couldn't stop. You wanted a break from me.
I went outside for a cigarette.
When you came back, I was cying a little bit, and I was drunk a little bit, and it was obvious you were too late to make this not a disaster.
"What's wrong this time?"
And you didn't say it mean, exactly, but I did start crying harder. In earnest now.
And I said, "I always feel like I come last. Whatever else you're doing, it's always more important than me."
And maybe we'd already had this argument. Maybe we'd had it many times. Maybe you were starting to hate me, just a little.
I want to get you out of here.
You take me home.
Take off your shoes.
You take off my shoes.
Tuck into bed.
You tuck me into bed.
Turn off the lights.
You turn off the lights.
You think I'm asleep already, but when you turn to go I mutter something bitter and mean. Maybe it's something true. Maybe it hits a little too close to home. Maybe it only makes you hate me more.
Close the door.
You close my bedroom door. Before you leave, you notice that I've taped the pictures from our trip to Vegas up on the walls.
Go home.
You go home.
The fight left a sour taste in both our mouths. I sent you thirteen text messages. You didn't respond.
In the morning you felt guilty, and you sent me...
a playlist of our favorite songs
It's the same old pattern. You feel guilty, and I'm angry, and neither of us really likes the other anymore. You send me gifts instead of apologies, and I stare at them and pretend they make me feel better.
I want you to stop feeling bad because of me, but I can't bring myself to release you yet.
You don't have to. I'm about to walk away.
I know.
...
I kept all your presents – all the ones that didn't die or get eaten. Isn't that so sad?
...
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you. Did I say that already?
I think I said that already.
It doesn't matter. It's a lie anyway.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
That wasn't it
Then why did you leave?
...
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Let's pretend it's two years ago.
Let's pretend we just got back from Vegas.
It's almost the fourth of July. You have to make a decision: are you going back to grad school, or are you taking that job out in California?
I'm taking the job.
I'm proud of you. I know how much you've wanted this.
Why are we doing this? Why are you still pretending?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What do you want from me?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
We aren't together anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's been a long time.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What's the point of rehashing everything we did together?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Please.
Remember when we went to Vegas?
I remember.
The second day of that trip, when we got lost on the strip and blew all our money on the slot machines – that was when I first realized I loved you. It was 102 degrees and you used your last 3 dollars to buy me...
We did this already.
Well.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's not the fourth of July. It's not two years ago. I don't love you anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Fine.
Look. They're beautiful.
Yes, they are.
You were watching the fireworks and I was watching you. Your face was bathed in red and blue light, and I knew even then you didn't love me.
That's not fair.
Maybe not.
But if I asked you how you loved me, would you even have an answer?
...
Maybe that's not something you can methodologize. Maybe I shouldn't have kept asking.
I think I just wanted some proof that you loved me.
I didn't know you needed proof.
I shouldn't have.
I guess I always knew that.
I wish we could go back to Vegas. I want to feel how I felt then.
You need to move on.
I know.
I am not your villain.
I know.
Do you remember the last thing you said to me?
"It didn't have to end like this."
No, it didn't.
But no use thinking about it any more than I already have.
Are we done yet?
Sure. We're done.
Is that it?
Did you want something more from me?
You told me to answer 10 questions. You said you would tell me what kind of lover I am.
Right. You still want that?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Okay.
Here are your results.
...
YOU GOT: Sweet, But Aloof.
You're thoughtful. You write poetry for your partner, and buy them gifts when the heat gets to be too much. But your self-consciousness can get in the way sometimes; you're too embarrassed to share your poetry, and you go a long time without saying "I love you" out of fear that they won't say it back. Learn to open up. Learn to be vulnerable with another person. Otherwise, how will you ever really love them?
Otherwise, you might end up standing side by side beneath the fireworks on the fourth of July, and they'll look at your face, beautiful in the red and blue light, and they'll wonder if you really love them. And they'll think back to that night, over and over again, the way your face looked, and they'll think maybe you never did. And they'll cling to every gift you ever gave them, desperate for proof that you cared. And they may realize that these problems are just as much theirs, that it takes two to play this game, but god couldn't you just have loved them better? What if you each could have been enough for the other? It would've been so nice to be happy together.
...
There's your answer. That's all I have left to give you.
Expressing love truly matters. This game is incredibly rewarding for players—it’s just heartbreaking that they ultimately drifted apart. That’s what saddens me most.
For years, I’ve struggled with voicing affection, even developed a sort of ‘expression shame.’ But here’s the truth: communication is everything. When you’re with someone you love, tell them I love you daily—and if they leave stinky socks everywhere, say ugh, you’re the worst! (affectionately, of course). The point is: say it. Say it all.
The designer clearly drew from real life. Such a poignant little game.
next time, assume something based on minimal context, that way i could be enraged at a common misconception of my character and write an entire comment about it, that's the fun part
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I cried playing this 😭😭
here's my answers:
Begin.
What's your favorite flower?
Roses
What's your ideal first date?
Coffee at a cute cafe
Is that the same date you took me on when we first met?
No.
Oh.
If I wrote you a love letter, where would you keep it?
Nowhere - I'd throw it away when I finished reading it
Could you really be so cruel?
It's been a long time. It isn't cruel, I just don't love you anymore.
Don't you remember all the good times?
I remember the poems I wrote you.
You wrote me poems?
I never gave them to you.
Oh. Why not? I think I would've liked them.
You were always so judgmental.
Right, I remember you said that before.
You called me judgmental on the plane, when I made fun of someone's crocs and the in flight magazine and the book you were reading.
The first night we were in Vegas, you slept on the floor. You said you didn't want to share a bed with me if I was going to be like this. And then the next day you felt bad, so you bought me...
A poker chip keychain
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you.
But no.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
Sorry, I'm getting distracted. I said I would ask you questions.
I'm going to ask you more questions.
Okay. Ask me the next question.
When you wake up to an empty bed, what do you think about?
That last phone call
Should we reenact it?
I'm at the bar. I'm waiting for you. You're...
at home
You were tired. You just wanted to sleep. You were always working, putting in too many hours, and I was pretending I wasn't mad at you about it but I wasn't fooling either of us.
I asked you, "do you even want to see me?"
And you said...
"Yes."
"Then why aren't you here?"
"I never promised to come out tonight."
I don't want to hear this.
"I always feel like I come last. Whatever else you're doing, it's always more important than me," I say.
You can hear me crying. Maybe I'm a little bit drunk already.
Maybe we've already had this argument. Maybe we've had it many times. Maybe you're starting to hate me, just a little.
Hang up
The fight leaves a sour taste in both our mouths. I send you thirteen text messages. You don't respond.
In the morning you feel guilty, and you send me...
a playlist of our favorite songs
It's the same old pattern. You feel guilty, and I'm angry, and neither of us really likes the other anymore. You send me gifts instead of apologies, and I stare at them and pretend they make me feel better.
I want you to stop feeling bad because of me, but I can't bring myself to release you yet.
You don't have to. I'm about to walk away.
I know.
...
I kept all your presents – all the ones that didn't die or get eaten. Isn't that so sad?
...
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you. Did I say that already?
I think I said that already.
It doesn't matter. It's a lie anyway.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
That wasn't it
Then why did you leave?
...
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Let's pretend it's two years ago.
Let's pretend we just got back from Vegas.
It's almost the fourth of July. You have to make a decision: are you going back to grad school, or are you taking that job out in California?
I'm taking the job.
I'm proud of you. I know how much you've wanted this.
Why are we doing this? Why are you still pretending?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What do you want from me?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
We aren't together anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's been a long time.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What's the point of rehashing everything we did together?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Please.
Remember when we went to Vegas?
I remember.
The second day of that trip, when we got lost on the strip and blew all our money on the slot machines – that was when I first realized I loved you. It was 102 degrees and you used your last 3 dollars to buy me...
We did this already.
Well.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's not the fourth of July. It's not two years ago. I don't love you anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Fine.
Look. They're beautiful.
Yes, they are.
You were watching the fireworks and I was watching you. Your face was bathed in red and blue light, and I knew even then you didn't love me.
That's not fair.
Maybe not.
But if I asked you how you loved me, would you even have an answer?
...
Maybe that's not something you can methodologize. Maybe I shouldn't have kept asking.
I think I just wanted some proof that you loved me.
I wrote you all those poems.
You never gave them to me.
Would it have mattered if I did?
I guess not. No.
You need to move on.
I know.
I am not your villain.
I know.
Do you remember the last thing you said to me?
"I'm sorry."
I'm sorry too.
Are we done yet?
Sure. We're done.
Is that it?
Did you want something more from me?
You told me to answer 10 questions. You said you would tell me what kind of lover I am.
Right. You still want that?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Okay.
Here are your results.
...
YOU GOT: Sweet, But Aloof.
You're thoughtful. You write poetry for your partner, and buy them gifts when the heat gets to be too much. But your self-consciousness can get in the way sometimes; you're too embarrassed to share your poetry, and you go a long time without saying "I love you" out of fear that they won't say it back. Learn to open up. Learn to be vulnerable with another person. Otherwise, how will you ever really love them?
Otherwise, you might end up standing side by side beneath the fireworks on the fourth of July, and they'll look at your face, beautiful in the red and blue light, and they'll wonder if you really love them. And they'll think back to that night, over and over again, the way your face looked, and they'll think maybe you never did. And they'll cling to every gift you ever gave them, desperate for proof that you cared. And they may realize that these problems are just as much theirs, that it takes two to play this game, but god couldn't you just have loved them better? What if you each could have been enough for the other? It would've been so nice to be happy together.
...
There's your answer. That's all I have left to give you.
Is that what you wanted?
No.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing else.
Goodbye, lover.
Goodbye.
i just tried to be an asshole for the whole game, heres what i answered
Begin.
What's your favorite flower?
Roses
What's your ideal first date?
Dinner and a movie
Is that the same date you took me on when we first met?
No.
Oh.
If I wrote you a love letter, where would you keep it?
In a box under my bed
What else is in the box?
The photos from our trip to Vegas
Why did you keep those?
To remember the bad times
The first night we were in Vegas, you slept on the floor. You said you didn't want to share a bed with me if I was going to be like this. And then the next day you felt bad, so you bought me...
An Elvis bobblehead
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you.
But no.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
Sorry, I'm getting distracted. I said I would ask you questions.
I'm going to ask you more questions.
Okay. Ask me the next question.
When you wake up to an empty bed, what do you think about?
The fight we had on the subway
We were sitting next to each other on the plastic seats, and every time the train turned, our knees bumped together.
We were getting off at different stops. I was going to the bar, and you were going...
home
You told me you were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. You were always working, putting in too many hours, and I was pretending I wasn't mad at you about it but I wasn't fooling either of us.
We were almost at your stop when I started begging you to come with me. To have just one drink. I said, "don't leave me yet."
And you said...
"Fine. Just one drink."
We went to your favorite dive bar. You had one drink and I had several. I was being annoying, and I could tell but I couldn't stop. You wanted a break from me.
I went outside for a cigarette.
When you came back, I was cying a little bit, and I was drunk a little bit, and it was obvious you were too late to make this not a disaster.
"What's wrong this time?"
And you didn't say it mean, exactly, but I did start crying harder. In earnest now.
And I said, "I always feel like I come last. Whatever else you're doing, it's always more important than me."
And maybe we'd already had this argument. Maybe we'd had it many times. Maybe you were starting to hate me, just a little.
I want to get you out of here.
You take me home.
Take off your shoes.
You take off my shoes.
Tuck into bed.
You tuck me into bed.
Turn off the lights.
You turn off the lights.
You think I'm asleep already, but when you turn to go I mutter something bitter and mean. Maybe it's something true. Maybe it hits a little too close to home. Maybe it only makes you hate me more.
Close the door.
You close my bedroom door. Before you leave, you notice that I've taped the pictures from our trip to Vegas up on the walls.
Go home.
You go home.
The fight left a sour taste in both our mouths. I sent you thirteen text messages. You didn't respond.
In the morning you felt guilty, and you sent me...
a playlist of our favorite songs
It's the same old pattern. You feel guilty, and I'm angry, and neither of us really likes the other anymore. You send me gifts instead of apologies, and I stare at them and pretend they make me feel better.
I want you to stop feeling bad because of me, but I can't bring myself to release you yet.
You don't have to. I'm about to walk away.
I know.
...
I kept all your presents – all the ones that didn't die or get eaten. Isn't that so sad?
...
Sometimes, I think I liked the tokens of your love more than I liked loving you. Did I say that already?
I think I said that already.
It doesn't matter. It's a lie anyway.
I liked loving you too much. I think that's what scared you away.
That wasn't it
Then why did you leave?
...
Never mind. I don't want to know.
Let's pretend it's two years ago.
Let's pretend we just got back from Vegas.
It's almost the fourth of July. You have to make a decision: are you going back to grad school, or are you taking that job out in California?
I'm taking the job.
I'm proud of you. I know how much you've wanted this.
Why are we doing this? Why are you still pretending?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What do you want from me?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
We aren't together anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's been a long time.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
What's the point of rehashing everything we did together?
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Please.
Remember when we went to Vegas?
I remember.
The second day of that trip, when we got lost on the strip and blew all our money on the slot machines – that was when I first realized I loved you. It was 102 degrees and you used your last 3 dollars to buy me...
We did this already.
Well.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
It's not the fourth of July. It's not two years ago. I don't love you anymore.
Do you want to watch the fireworks?
Fine.
Look. They're beautiful.
Yes, they are.
You were watching the fireworks and I was watching you. Your face was bathed in red and blue light, and I knew even then you didn't love me.
That's not fair.
Maybe not.
But if I asked you how you loved me, would you even have an answer?
...
Maybe that's not something you can methodologize. Maybe I shouldn't have kept asking.
I think I just wanted some proof that you loved me.
I didn't know you needed proof.
I shouldn't have.
I guess I always knew that.
I wish we could go back to Vegas. I want to feel how I felt then.
You need to move on.
I know.
I am not your villain.
I know.
Do you remember the last thing you said to me?
"It didn't have to end like this."
No, it didn't.
But no use thinking about it any more than I already have.
Are we done yet?
Sure. We're done.
Is that it?
Did you want something more from me?
You told me to answer 10 questions. You said you would tell me what kind of lover I am.
Right. You still want that?
I'm still here, aren't I?
Okay.
Here are your results.
...
YOU GOT: Sweet, But Aloof.
You're thoughtful. You write poetry for your partner, and buy them gifts when the heat gets to be too much. But your self-consciousness can get in the way sometimes; you're too embarrassed to share your poetry, and you go a long time without saying "I love you" out of fear that they won't say it back. Learn to open up. Learn to be vulnerable with another person. Otherwise, how will you ever really love them?
Otherwise, you might end up standing side by side beneath the fireworks on the fourth of July, and they'll look at your face, beautiful in the red and blue light, and they'll wonder if you really love them. And they'll think back to that night, over and over again, the way your face looked, and they'll think maybe you never did. And they'll cling to every gift you ever gave them, desperate for proof that you cared. And they may realize that these problems are just as much theirs, that it takes two to play this game, but god couldn't you just have loved them better? What if you each could have been enough for the other? It would've been so nice to be happy together.
...
There's your answer. That's all I have left to give you.
Is that what you wanted?
No.
I'm sorry.
There's nothing else.
Goodbye, lover.
Goodbye.
what is wrong w u
you didn't hold my hand while you said this 💔
DID YOU JUST STAB ME
What's your problem man
uhh..... ow... what the hec
okay you didn't have to punch me right in the feels
and my gutlike that oW-piss off.
9/10 would recommend
Well that took a twist. uhm I got "Sweet but Aloof"
10/10 game it has a plot twist right from he start <3
"Sweet, but Aloof" Really good writing, I teared up a little
"lovely," i say while jumping off the cliff
bittersweet, really liked it! Good writing :)
you didn't hold my hand
welp that was um something kinda mean don't you think
Absolutely amazing :'( I say as I point the gun at me
I'm not crying you are
Expressing love truly matters. This game is incredibly rewarding for players—it’s just heartbreaking that they ultimately drifted apart. That’s what saddens me most.
For years, I’ve struggled with voicing affection, even developed a sort of ‘expression shame.’ But here’s the truth: communication is everything. When you’re with someone you love, tell them I love you daily—and if they leave stinky socks everywhere, say ugh, you’re the worst! (affectionately, of course). The point is: say it. Say it all.
The designer clearly drew from real life. Such a poignant little game.
(#^.^#)
looking at the comments makes me scared to play this game-
okay buddy no need to tear me up like this
i love this so much :( :)
Lovely writing, I really enjoyed the experience.
simple but genius game
oh....... alright.....
This just reinforced my current doubts and makes me wanna kms. Loved it
"Oh boys, a quiz!" i said with joys.
i was then shot 57 times
guys this made me sob i hate this in a really good way
i wanted to know what kind of lover i am and it ended in heartbreak omg
I want to tie a rope around my neck and hang myself rn. Awesome game
Damn, well okay then, way to punch out my guts lol. Also, seems like the only result is 'Sweet, But Aloof' from what I'm seeing in the comments.
This makes me want to jump off a cliff. Ilysm.
Okay that, that just T-T
well fuck me gently with a chainsaw why don't you
damn what, there's no other endings
next time, assume something based on minimal context, that way i could be enraged at a common misconception of my character and write an entire comment about it, that's the fun part
I thought it was a personality quiz. I genuinely feel so bad for the narrator.
i came out here to have a good time, and im honestly feeling so attacked rn 😭
I was then shot 57 times.
wow. shit, that hit hard
NOOOOO NO GOODBYE