There are many types of creepy. There is, for instance, the zipper-chested Sackboy creepy, the kind that gives you nightmares of creeping death and knit intestines. Then you have Were creepy, the glaring, overly happy, spring in your step kind that makes you wonder whose intestines this particular bit of anthropomorphic IP just choked down to get so happy.
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I have been in mourning. Loss has followed me for weeks now, and I have not been able to give it a name.
The older I've gotten, the more discerning I've become. Gaming as an adult means finding time in the spaces between work, meals, the gym, curling into a ball and crying, and other responsibilities. You have to scrape in the couch for time to game, reach underneath cupboards, sometimes claw it back from your mates. Time is of the essence, and it's for that reason that up until last week, I hadn't really invested in an oldschool fantasy RPG like Pillars of Eternity.