Captain's Log, day 190
There is still little sign of a Dual Family update on the horizon, and the skeleton continues to haunt me and the crews dreams as we sail ever deeper into the F95 and patreon outer rims. Passing by the gumdrops discord offers little more than a shrug of uncertainty. I am convinced soon civil unrest will follow there, especially by those declaring the game is an emotionally fueled roller-coaster that would make Hemingway weep at its Dutch angles and beautiful craftsmanship, added only with a touch of sex in it... versus those who just want to see some actual mother-daughter fucking. God only knows when we will get the content we want, even the discord has spiraled into randomness from a lack of direction, and the occasional brave new soul entering unwittingly to ask when the update will be. I had the science crew investigate and take data from the phenomenon, watching the behavior change over time at the forever clinging for a new update was fascinating, like a new 'mouse utopia' experiment, some crazed fools now having even abandoned their real desires in desperation, wanting no sex in favor of just fixing the family, lunatics...sheer lunatics...but we had to press on and leave them in their despair. We briefly stopped our way onto the Uberpie forum and a few other games, where civil war had recently broken out between the NTR and Non-NTR supporters, Thankfully the war was settled when the dev through his hands up in the air decrying 'You can cuck or be cucked', which seemed to satisfy most, except the most ardent warriors on both sides. Having got some food at last from the latest FILF update, the crew are no longer starving, but the crew remains unhappy with the poor mans version of Milfy city and so do I. I now sleep by my bedside with a picture of the ICSTOR logo that I stroke occasionally, the wife complains but who cares. Brock is doing well with his medical studies, but our daughter Suzy is now being taught art by Shadman. I am convinced she will return as a slutty loli and try seduce me, but I have warned her the mighty ban hammer always looms around every corner, to which she replied 'incest is wincest' and my argument faltered immediately. Some of the crew have resigned themselves to try argue with the skeleton about philosophy but it's useless, as he is little more than a Nietzsche-esque induced nightmare, where all philosophies end with 'your actions are ultimately selfish and you should feel guilty.' This morning we found one of the crew so depressed after arguing with the skeleton he threw himself out of the airlock. We held a short funeral after collecting his body till we realized he still used 'dat boi' memes and simply flung him out into dark space, (again). We desperately need new crew additions in light of these recent deaths, and shall recruit at the next rest-stop maybe at the kingdom of Lewdlab. Still, we press on, ever deeper, perhaps one day we will see the Dual Family update, (with some actual fucking), but till that day, this captain cannot retire. Captain signing out.
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