Well, that was weird.
No Bobs, No Masters
Spooky magic or something. Who knows.
Shorter Days, Longer Nights
Oh no. Oh no no no no.
Hope springs, rats multiply.
Music fills empty spaces.
Long after we’re gone the kids will still talk about it.
Ghosts!
Everything feels bigger and smaller.
A blueness, a youness, a dankness, a thankness.
Four strings and the spite to use ‘em.
Huh. Ok then. Hm.
Feed them once and they’re yours.
A killer’s eye.
Slasher, stabber, all around knifer.
Well, that could have gone better. Also, a lot worse.
Stop the bleeding.
!!!You have ascended the Demon’s Tower!!!
That was evidence. Probably. Geez.
Those had someone else’s mouth germs on them!
To Donut Hell
That sounds like someone’s name if they could name themselves at age 10.
Again, that was weird.
as long as it will.
It’s just four strings, how hard could it possibly be?
ALL HAIL RABIES.
Let’s not pretend it was skill.
All sketches? We made the game and have never gotten this. Wow.
Proximity counts.
And it’s here. And there’s a trampoline!
“Everything Sucks Forever” says 15 year old horror aficionado and train tracks lurker Lori M.
