Just realized something… something catastrophic.
My best fucking friend bought this game for me on Steam.
He bought it.
Not me.
All this time I thought it was my own sin, my own foolish purchase supporting Savin and his circus of futa-cuck NPC slop.
But no.
It was him.
My
friend.
I convinced him, unknowingly.
I encouraged him.
I told him to support the devs.
I have brought this taint into my life and was ignorant of it. My mind erased that fact from my mind, knowing I could not bear the weight of my actions.
Twenty dollars total. Have you ever truly wasted twenty dollars in your life? About about it being wasted on you? There is not a single gem, gift, nor treasure that will cleanse me of this rot.
I didn’t even tell him I wanted it.
I didn’t even know
he bought it.
And now our friendship is stained.
Tainted.
Defiled by Brint’s omnipresent bull-cock and whatever the hell Wsan was cooking that day.
What kind of friend am I?
What kind of person lets someone they care about support this…
thing?
This monument to poor writing and futa overpopulation?
This casual revelation…
It has shattered me.
It will haunt me until my dying breath.
And yet
Nothing will change.
The twenty dollars are gone.
My only repreieve is that he doesn't play this game. He won't be enlightened to what I have done.
I will take this sin to my grave.
God forgive me.
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