employment paid out, finals time

Embark did it again, a masterpiece.

Anyway you can't get forklift certified in this game, which is a huge con compared to The Finals.

sex update included go buy

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REVIEW FOR: ANEURISM IV
VERSION: screaming.flesh.negative7

I am the spoon.
I am the spoon.
I am the spoon they used to restart the sun.

Woke up in the tutorial duct. No skin, just job offers. Picked “Laundry Prime” and immediately my limbs inverted into HR paperwork. The cogs arrived on unicycles made of teeth, chanting my mother’s Wi-Fi password. Said I was chosen. Said the stains were sacred. Said:
“Fold or be folded.”

I folded.

Saved up. Got promoted. Dead body disposal. You think laundry is intimate? Try scraping twitching war orphans off a rebar fence while they whisper secrets in your teeth.

Met an officer. Didn’t get his name—just called him “Mister.” He had a cog dog. His cog dog was a man with five elbows and a fax machine mouth. It barked EULA violations. I asked how he keeps it alive in this economy. He feeds it tumors and garbage. Said I should take it for a walk. Paid me in cigarettes. Unfiltered.

So I did. We walked through the glory of Aneurism. Saw two guys under a bridge. I think they were kissing or eating each other—it’s hard to tell when your retinas are melting. The cog dog screamed something about betrayal. They didn’t like that. They shot us. They stole my rat. They ate it.

I no longer remember what milk is.

The Cortex locked me in the bane of existence. Every time I ask for help it spawns a help desk technician made of children parts and unfiltered pot plants. They scream and point to the Terms of Existence. It’s just a mirror. It’s just me. It’s just me.

Thought Compression. I compressed my thoughts into a coin. I flipped it. It landed on “suffer.” Now my job is God Maintenance. I keep His pipes clean. I file bug reports into His jaw. He thanks me in fire.

My current quest is titled:
"Slap the Egg That Remembers Too Much."

Every time I die the walls get closer. They keep whispering things like:
“You’ve never left the laundry.”
“The rat was never yours.”
“Patch 4.3 removed your children.”

I cried milk and the game drank it.

Recommended only if you’ve already died in real life.
Not compatible with mammals.

I love the cog dog. I love the cancer blobs. I love dying under bridges and waking up in someone else’s debt account.

I love Aneurism IV.

the game has the sex but 2

ordf orf said the squeamish sea loin

beat this fcar mr neil armstrong .. spamce

i edgelord in city of goon

i am virtual rapierist in medieval