Hail the harvest, and its bounty
Hail the cold season
Give thanks for your family, your shelter, your food, and your circumstances.
Huddle around the light of entropy with those you love before it's too late.
to engage the mechanism again and again
not from joy
not from admiration
not from appreciation
not from any artistic endeavor
but for the simple comfort of the heat the machine produces
it feels like some kind of sin
The crowd is friendly to the point they obviously know each other.
The smells from the bakery of chives and cream cheese and toasted bread waft past
But more than anything
I just want to be inside out of the cold so I can get my damn food and leave.
the perspective on it is fucked. It looks like everything is on a different focal plane, even things side-by-side. it can't decide if it's on a flat panel 10 feet away or if it's a distant cliffside that could be 10 miles away. The scale is totally awash in conflicting landmarks.
It's very confusing to look at, but I love it.
The ponderous horror of this gaze haunts me.
the resignation in that eye, trapped in place, staring.
Maybe it's watching in the thing climbing the wall to eat its only sensor.in resigned horror
@9c6a92ab net neutral, but the bad luck debuff technically outlives the good luck buff for a bit. Could be a bug, but the rarity of the loot drop makes it hard to test without dev tools.
I'm so flattered.
I'm working through some backlog of things, but some of these don't have enough data to upscale properly
The darkness is only a symptom.
More to come.
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