I never understood the word "meta" and now that someone bought the word, I really don't know.
I wanted to write two thoughts, but one of them escaped and ran away.
OK I'm playing a game where the main character (me) spends most of his life serving some demanding female, but forget that, all games demand you do missions for people, this one's not much different.
Except the player's eyes, which look exactly like someone from newspapers long ago.
A really scary guy.
I wanted to post a damn screenshot but I got lost looking for it, and the other train went away already.
So I'm jotting this down as a marker.



and, give it to this bot.
You will be suitably rewarded.
I'll totally guess that Steam appreciated this 12 years ago, but now, the behemoth-gargantuan bloated service is like Mr. Creosote eating one more thin wafer (just before he explodes)
There's a lot to be said for visual novels. I own one. (one.) OK two.
People read whatever they can standing there, which irks me no end, and I don't even own the place.



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