I haven’t played but isn’t running away from inevitability while becoming a rotting husk the only game in town?

What else can one do about the 40-50 feral vines that creep into one‘s yard each day

It’s the sartorial adaptogen

The idea that I might die prematurely and leave them alone is a big one. Then there’s the idea that even if that isn’t likely, I’ve still brought them into a doomed world. There’s more than that, obviously. Lots of father son stuff in particular. But those are the big ones.

Just put the sounds in the right order and you’ll be fine. The right order is whatever in your heart

Also, if it’s real you might be compelled to actually do something, but Jan 6 aside Qanon has always been about sitting at the computer and imagining.

I agree completely