the Curse of X
Reverie
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deeply haunting and i will keep thinking about it forever.
i found myself relating to both characters deeply, and that is both cathartic and freaks me out and makes me wanna cry. extremely well made, amazing artwork, perfect use of the creepypasta imagery and themes, this is really specific for me as i'm also a creepypasta kid that grew up with this kinda stuff, and that specific era is also synonymous with what was done to me, with what i did. this was dreadful and phenomenal, a wonderful game i will always remember and i appreciate how much of a disembowelment this is. i see you, i can see your guts. and therefore everyone else can see mine too. (also i figured out the password for the zip file, if u play the game i recommend u try to open it too)
it's good to know there are other people like me, its also really painful, and also really scary.
or maybe something more abstract, something entirely alien but retaining a semi familiar form that is decently comprehensible to a human's perspective? a game, i like games, we like games everyhone likes games, so why not be a game? something fun so that other people can have fun, take that form and let others play with you and both of you are happy , and maybe they can join you? walk into the glass where the artwork is behind and just keep walking , phasing through , to finally finally wake up from this dream we are all having and join something else, something different, something utterly unknown and beccome such sweet inbetweens
ive been kind of just browsing around for the past few days on this thread and kind of just spectating but i decided to post here finally because ive been having some interesting thoughts lately
theres posts mentioning how the company that supposedly made it was involved in biocomputing technology and how they used people to make computers and how the machine seems weird and acts strangely
is it weird to kind of want that? like to be the pinball machine?
i find it sounds really peaceful and gross im imagining like im the machine but my brain and my eyes and mouth and face are strewn and stretched inside the machine and i can exist and communicate through sound effects and mechanical parts moving around to make the machine do noises and move and its genuinely it made me want to cry? i like teared up ive never felt like this not even when i realized i was a girl and while i do admit is similar it feels really different
ive never felt like anything really
do you ever feel like you cant care about what is supposed to be the most important thing in your life
you think about it you repeat it over and over in your head that it matters to you it is you it is who you are and yet you are lying
because you are nothing but facade and in that you found beauty in that you found meaning but there is still such lack
this answer, this lack, in black and white spiraling downwards towards nothing, the illusion of movement, the desire to change, you feel it, it cannot be illusion
yet when you put your hands up to your eyes,