Landed on the wrong exoplanet

Me venting my eternal and insatiable yearning for cuddles to my friends for absolutely no reason be like

A Series of Cursed Images (7): La Grande Resurrection

Spawn Day image dump

(Yay.)

My fatass saw a small assortment of chocolates on the counter of my humble abode, immediately scarfed down one without a semblance of a second thought, and read the microscopic label stating it was alcoholic. Whoopsies.

A perfectly normal conversation.

I had a bit of a mini GameJolt renaissance (of activity, interactions, and followers) for about a month, but I think it's over now.

Oh well, at least I have a community and 500 followers now.

Approximately an hour and a half until we must bid adieu.

EDIT: It's over. Finale felt a little rushed, but it was epic af.

PropHunt now available for Linux. YAY! ヽ〳 ՞ ᗜ ՞ 〵ง Major thanks to @UberPolice for Requesting & Testing.

Commie memes that I... 'Shared' with people.