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hazyla · 1 month
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This is probably not how their conversation went, but it’s how I remember it
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rabbithaver · 7 days
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silver the hedgehog lost at a walmart
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tallymali · 7 months
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boyf left the house to go to the pub and ended up accidentally leading the search for a missing child?? predicaments follow this man everywhere
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the-cooler-newton · 6 months
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Unpacking is very cute and I admire the type of narrative it's able to pull off just through the gameplay of moving into spaces. the intimacy of everyday objects, still life, environmental storytelling, etc etc etc
But i have Got to talk about 2010. Unpacking is a game where all you do is take stuff out of boxes and find spaces for it, and for the most part it gives you quite a lot of freedom about where you can put stuff. There are some rules - most things cant go on the floor, stuff generally has to be in the right room, the soap has to be near the sink, etc etc, but apart from that there's no wrong place to put things.
Moving into this fucking guy's house in 2010 felt like putting everything in the wrong place. It felt like I wasn't supposed to be there, a square peg into a round hole. His entire house is pristine when I get there, everything organised perfectly, evenly spaced, colour-matched, sterile. Throughout the level I'm shoving everything around on his bookcase to fit my hoard of knickknacks, putting my red plastic colander in the cupboard above his cool green matching set of plates and bowls, my bright purple toothbrush cup, hairbrush, and straightening iron clutter his pristine bathroom counter. My family of stuffed chickens is made to look silly next to his fancy mixology set and miniature sand garden.
I end up putting my laptop and drawing tablet out on the kitchen island because there isn't a desk anywhere I can use. My markers and hoard of sketchbooks are crammed into my bedside table. I'm not allowed to move his posters in the living room, so my university certificate goes under the bed.
I won't pretend that I, playing Unpacking in 2023, didn't know how the game ended. I knew already that the protagonist would move on from this guy, but even if I didn't, I would have been able to tell. It was not fun moving into his house, it was not easy or charming to meld our lives together, I did not feel welcome there. Moving in with him felt like a transgression, an imposition. Moving in with him felt like a wrong decision in a game where I couldn't really make wrong decisions.
An incredible magic trick of game design, in my opinion.
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solardrake · 11 months
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look at those big expectant eyes and and tell me you wouldn't pick up a urple bug for 20% off
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silveredcircuitry · 2 months
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fooltofancy · 3 months
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two hours of sleep two-hour laundromat experience...... bad.
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dax117 · 11 months
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Here is a sexy photo to follow-up my rant about work and life. Enjoy. 😘
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istherewifiinhell · 9 months
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Hat guys... avenge me... i forgot mine today
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wildegeist · 10 months
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The remaining staff at Twitter should just Ken McElroy Elon Musk at this point tbh
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cetoddle · 8 months
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public bathrooms are so so scary
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thewrongmoon · 1 year
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the colorist when the scene is in a lab/bathroom/hospital:
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the-trans-dragon · 2 years
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I can’t tell if I’m just bad at finding Bedsheets That Don’t Pill, or if it’s just another case of Severe Decrease In Product Quality Due To Ongoing Plague And Labor Shortages, or if I’m just autistic and doomed to experience all bedsheet textures as Level 10 Pain
#sorenhoots#😞 the expensive bedsheets I bought a while back didn’t even make it to the first wash before pilling#due to circumstances I can say that the pain of the bad texture is literally worse than shingles!#it took me like 6 months to gather the energy to go bedsheet shopping last time so I’ll probably just keep suffering for months again 😓#I’m laying on my weighted blanket because it’s soft and stays in place but that means I don’t have my weighted blanket#I am trying a new strategy of wearing a onesie so none of my skin touches the sheet but#the occasional instances of my hands/feet briefly touching the texture is intensely horrible#I know it sounds dramatic to phrase it this way but like: it’s kinda like 😥 traumatic? if I am allowed to use that word in this instance?#the spike of panic and adrenaline I feel when I so much as *almost* touch the sheet is familiar to the panic I used to feel when avoiding#PTSD triggers or when I’d get a very distressing intrusive thought#I literally have nightmares about accidentally touching the sheets#and my entire behavior has shifted significantly to avoid the texture at any cost even at my own detriment#like when my shingles was hurting terribly but I curled up in a way that hurt it worse just to avoid the bedsheet texture#I don’t even know where to get better sheets. I tried Walmart and target but they only seem to carry their own brands now and they’re all#the same material and style and there’s no options#I thought about trying a more specialized store like a Kohl’s or idk something#but by the time I’m trying to think of where to buy new sheets I’m beyond overwhelmed and can’t even leave the house. much less#drive to a store and look for good sheets underneath fluorescent lights and loud music and the fucking Bible Belt Middle Aged Women staring#at my androgynous appearance like I’m Satan incarnate#ugh….. I need to go like. touch grass lol. watch a rolly polly meander across an acorn shell.
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a-concert-just-for-me · 9 months
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Wearing sunglasses inside is SO funny and also SO embarrassing…I’m obsessed
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buck-yyyy · 1 year
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anyways, time to overshare again because fuck- i’m currently hiding in the bathroom crying because i have a HORRIBLE headache and light and sounds hurt so so bad but when i went to the nurse i got looked at like i was inconveniencing them by even being there and when i asked if they had tylenol or anything that could help i got a bitchy “no, we don’t have that here” (what the fuck are you even there for??), and i have literally only ever gone to the nurse once for the same reason because i had a terrible migraine where i couldn’t look at lights at all and they tried to send me back to class
anyways fuck the school nurse for doing nothing but make people feel bad for asking for help
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malewifespike · 1 year
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having a hard time lately accepting my bland reality. there will be no adventures or quests or magic or prophesies or destinies. it’s just going to be me going to work every day and paying my rent and bringing groceries inside, forever and ever until I die. awesome
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