i tried playing zoe quinn’s game to see what it was all about and i couldn’t make it past the seventh page with its simpering, lifeless and pandering prose. i’m glad she’ll never be taken seriously enough to make again.
→ krabbenkuchen whispered : how does it feel to be someone's youmu? is it stressful? is their utter dependence on you empowering? do you get tired of bringing them food and booze as they roll around the living room floor?