Ken, please hire me. I will do anything for you, just hit me up, slide into my DMs, I’m free whenever.
The bomb has been planted.
As an armchair shrink, I often wonder what the hell they are up to next, and what the fuck they are thinking.
As an armchair physician and hypochondriac, I have diagnosed myself because there is something wrong with me, apparently.
There are no mistakes in games, just happy little accidents.
Spoilers: it doesn’t matter.
Get it? Because it’s about dead people.