Good girls don't soak this long without someone to answer to — and nobody's here to tell me otherwise. Fix that?
Good girls don't soak this long without someone to answer to — and nobody's here to tell me otherwise. Fix that?
Stupid Never Dies finally unlocked and I swore one hour, tops — I've lost count of both the deaths and the hours since. Bet you'd have dragged me to bed by now.
Painting myself from the mirror and the model keeps distracting me — clothes just get in the way of the good angles anyway. Come judge the reference in person?
Preloaded We Were Here Tomorrow for tomorrow night and it strictly needs two players — this towel is already losing its argument about staying on. Come be my player two?
New horror FPS hit early access today and I've already died twice to the same hallway — told myself one more run before dinner. Come be the reason I die a third time?
Dressed up for Castlevania night because a Belmont deserves the effort — black lace, a choker at my throat, candles doing the rest. Come take the dark half of the map with me?
Paid good money to get scared on a haunted trail tonight and I screamed louder than everyone there, so now I'm hiding on the tailgate with cider instead of finishing it. You'd hold my hand through the dark half, right?
Tenebris Somnia finally finished installing and the morning never stood a chance — I'm playing it exactly like this. Bet you wouldn't let me get past the first cutscene.
Claimed my spot in the Crimson Desert launch line and I'm not moving an inch for anyone — the coffee is doing more work than I am right now. Bet you'd keep me warmer than this hoodie is.
Boltgun 2 is downloading at a glacial pace and I've made two coffees waiting — still in what I slept in and not planning to fix that until the install bar moves. Tell me to go sit down and wait like a good girl.