ATHAZAGORAPHOBIA is going to die as quickly as it was born.

Despite the many attempts to heal the wounds induced by a loved one, (or more) they kept pushing this game and my standpoint on Hally closer to the darkness.

I do not wish for it to end like this, but as it is, all things must end. Sometimes it ends good, other times it ends badly.

This has ended badly.

To raise a cherished relic of Joel G. history to the air only to receive harm from the inner workings of my life... it does something to a person.

It changes them.

Hally does not deserve the "megalo-glory" I had initially promised. Much like my father takes back his promises, I'm taking back mine.

This half-sentient toaster-based sex doll of a shipwreck can only dig itself further and further down, and I'm letting go before it takes me with it.

I will show what I've done with what would've been the game eventually. For now? Grieve. Or laugh. Either one.

What matters most is that Hally will no longer be making an appearance in any Team Hedge content ever again.

Goodbye, rusty relic!