My penis has been accused of pandering towards general audiences for money instead of having a genuine artistic vision and direction
playing unreasonably aggressively and pummeling the fucking shit out of runaway human experiments on quickplay because my tranny life fucking sucks dog penis
*does an extravagant impressive methylphenidate-boosted backflip but fucks up the landing and proceeds to have her legs folded the wrong way around like a bargain bin lawn chair*
I'm lowkey in the phase where I'm cutting myself off from everyone bc I'm once again deeply convinced that there is something unfixably wrong with me and I know that I'll start crawling back like a fucking stray dog but it's alr bc I'll feel like I had control for a little bit
the more i think about it the more i see that the characters in edgerunners 2 are wayyyyy better written and interesting and have way more depth than in 1





