the d in bpd stands for deadmeat
this was such a wonderful game. i love any formalist rpgmaker game and this one is just laser targeted to appeal to me directly. “why does everyone have to keep hurting me but not even have the decency to kill me?” “why do people help me just to prolong my hurting?” even after surmounting every odd and overcoming everyone who wronged you - even the woman who birthed you with her scornful eyes - there is no catharsis or resolution or relief, only screaming and crying at nothing in the dark.









