Captain's Log, day 197
We have been adrift waiting for this update nearly seven months, but I am certain the Discord will tell me I simply don't understand, that art takes time, and as my patreon long gave up on that barren desert of content, I have no say in the matter. I am convinced they must see a visage across the land, hallucinating that some content has been posted, but alas, it is but a dream, and they are but dehydrated...their balls so blue, they must drag them across the hot sand, tears in theirs eyes, as they say, 'I defo came here for the plot.'
Having recruited some new crew from the motkeyz timestramps deport, the ship is running at a better capacity at last. They settled in last night but have already began complaining about the meandering skeleton. I told them they would get use to it, but the skeleton continues to manifest itself at the worst of times to preach about morality, and interfere with every taboo thought and sex scene, apparently the fact the taboo side of things is erotic is bad and we should therefore all feel bad about the consequences, (thanks skeleton, we never knew that). We have contemplated getting an exorcism for the ship in light of this to finally purge the skeleton once and for all. Some of the crew have began to fear the skeleton will transition into other games, like milfy city, but I promised them the crew if he ever did I would personally jaw the fucker and launch that skeleton straight into the sun. There is still little sign of the dual family update, while many of the crew have given up, one or two remain, rocking back and forth in the corner, drool in mouth, they promise of the ultimate update, of the son finally banging the mom, of the dad finally getting his shit together, but it is not to be, I know it in my heart of hearts, it will be the final of ACT 2, and we have yet to see the final of Act 1... God help us for the wait... The crew on further research have found an interesting phenomenon, much like five nights at Freddys, (when that was a thing), the author has written a simple plot but allowed fan speculation to fill in the blanks, thus allowing his enlightened masterpiece to seem more thought out than it probably was. The crew have speculate a kind of cult like mentality must be in place, perhaps Cthulu is involved, it would certainly explain the skeleton, though I am fairly certain the son is just having some kind of psychotic break down.
While other adventures take me and my crew elsewhere, we must leave for a few days this thread once again with a heavy heart, the admins know not what to do, longing for discussions of a game that hasn't been updated in so long, when there is no more content to discuss. We dropped them off some food and alcohol to help them, for we emphasize with the struggles. Many have suggested a 'milking in progress' tag needs to be added, but alas, me and my crew will not delve deeper into the politics of it, as we are but a humble space crew.
The crew are excited for when we shortly return for the timestamps update, there the skeleton may not reach us, but glorious animations shall give us what we need.
...Oh and I guess the wife and kids are doing alright, Suzy's off to visit a barn with Shadman for some reason and the wife I've just strapped a remote controlled dildo into as I'm too lazy to fuck her these last two days.
I pray for this thread, and the noble pirates here, may they soon find the relief they seek. For the wait is but long and terrible.
Captain signing off.
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