One of the downsides to having a good memory is coming off as creepy sometimes, since way too many people are shocked when I know things about them, that in actuality they told me a few months ago.
Alright I want horror stardew valley. But not in the way of “oh not it starts out cute and then turns eeeeevviiilll” no. That’s boring. Not in the way of “you are terrified and alone and get chased when you go outside” either.
I mean that yes, the plants sometimes do grow eyes, but you can feed them to the shadowlings at the edge of your garden and they’ll give you rings and shiny pieces of flesh-pipe in return. The child who’s missing a leg and has the other one covered, who always is holding a jarred heart on his lap in his broken rocking chair that all the mothers in the plagued village whisper about? He’ll talk for hours on end about the differences between the three eyed ant toad and three eyed spider toad, and if you keep listening he’ll show you his collection of wet specimens and rebuilt skeletons in the cave he’s been living in, and after you give him blankets he’ll show you his broken wheelchair and the crutches for when his leg doesn’t hurt as much, and once you fix it and build a ramp to you cottage he’ll whisper a thousand thanks over a warm stew with the voice he’s always too scared to use. You can save a three eyed fox with a mouth where its ear should be and feed it little pieces of vole and crow, and it’ll start yelling at you for food each morning and rolling over for belly rubs. You can talk to the people who overprice their goods and maybe one of them will drop the prices in exchange for some medicine because their zipper mouthed cat has been horribly sick. You can help rebuild the houses, move their fields away from the polluted river the city that no one ever comes in or out of seems to be dumping red oil in.
I don’t know, I just want a world where everything might be bad but you still live happily and help everyone you can reach.
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again