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Savin's cursed gift, [Mark of the Futa], has been activated and a secret timer will add a giant, mutated cock in a few (several maybe never) updatesLooks like the latest update has a full female in it, I guess? At least the tight panties in her art don't appear to be hiding a giant cock inside of them. Hooray...?
Does that count as positive feedback?![]()
*whispers softly*I don't dislike Hewho Shall Not Be Named. I HATE HIM. Dislike is a children's playto the feelings I have towards that cowman.
Brint
Savco doesn't want silly fan content that could make the team look bad, at the same time, he doesn't care that much about the quality of what they do because this is a passion project, thus, the duality of the porn game devSomeone from their camp came around with that as a statement before, that it was a passion project and, yeah, so was Manos, so was The Room (for Tommy, anyway), so was that Saints Row reboot that sucked shit. Passion is an attribute, not a catch-all.
The moment you start to get money from others, you're gonna have to give it a proper effort. Otherwise, you're just fucking around with their money like many other projects in this site have.
On that regard, I'll give Savco the point that they have at least been delivering something regularly enough, but the operation itself's an administrative mess and it should be at least acknowledged as such. Like, it's the nature of the work and all, but fucking help yourself instead of contributing to the shitness.
Don't like being clowned and trolled? Don't give people reasons to do so, it's not rocket science. Hence why I say it'd be good if things were just more professional and less... snarky bitch-ese.
As your party arrives at the entrance of the Wayfort, you spot the unfamiliar sight of Haddi, arms crossed in visible frustration. Naturally, you ask what happened, wondering if maybe one of the ghosts of her past caught up with her.
"I ain't entering that place." A blunt, direct response. She's not quite sounding like you remember, but that's probably because the one writing this hasn't played her part yet. "How can you even think of this place as anything sanitary?"
You look towards the Wayfort itself and, while you notice the line to enter, a shrug is the only thing you can answer to. "Are you kidding? You can't even walk inside without tripping on a harpy's tail, there's enough bottles on the floor to build an actual condominium and that blue demon at the entrance is this close from summoning Cthulhu!"
You do have to remember 'that blue demon' to knock that off, but it's not that bad. Naturally, the moment you finish stating as such to her, your harpy daughter lands on your arms, having flown through the window on top of a bottle filled with some sort of rocket fuel concoction.
"...OK, it might be a bit too silly."
You would think having a combo of hornets/plant based maids would help a lot with keeping the place clean but no, guess they are too busy fucking everything that goes through the fort to care about dusting the floors. The Wayfort is a one woman operation, thank you Rumie