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mighty mighty miners   mining for a heart of cryptocurrency   mighty mighty houses   might end up empty   for fake fortune   for a drop of wine   for a speck of grain   for fake fortune   nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers will you be their broke financiers   will you be their paraplegic dancers   you've got nothing to lose   just a shield of children   wielding weapons   no one knows how to use   mighty mighty miners   mine on empty   too much vacancy   in a heart of cryptocurrency   all one person   all one horsemen   all fake fortune   all one horsemen   wish NPC weren't too dumb to understand mighty mighty houses built upon sand because every time jeff eats an iguana,   he's got the whole free market in his hands.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
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Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
Private capital may enter China's banking industry
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Player one, player two. Who will you choose? You've been switching the controllers, And leaving us confused. I load up the game To find someone else's save. Are you an NPC or boss monster? You're so much more depraved Player one, player two. Who did you choose? I don't see any winner. In the end, both players lose.
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Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
Player One, Player Two
My life is different now. Like it's a game that's been updated. And I am the main character. And I'm always low on stamina and health. Countless restarts, as though I've messed up the level. But time still goes on and the level changes. The game is a mess with the only mission to beat being depression. The NPC's are all non talk-able pixels. There are random jump scares and flashes of horror and gore. Hard problems and puzzles to beat, with out the right answer. No matter how many times I hit save, my progress is still missing. My story line is incomplete. No explanation or the controls. No main objective, rather than surviving. There are no cheat codes or a guide to help me. It's hopeless. There is no quitting. There is title screen or pausing. There is no end.
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
The Worst MMO RPG of All Time!
.oh... hi y'all: or rather - how did i find this in the noun Ohio?       i guess after watching the disaster artist   and no having watched the room... the tetragrammaton is so glaring to me in the English tongue, i might as well be a reincarnation of Belshazzar (but not really... because, to me, reincarnation implies       a fixed number of people... and an mingling of solipsism from philosophy, and NPC from the gaming world... no, i can't believe in reincarnation... saving grace of the Hindus? they're not lactose intolerant; boogie-woogie-boo-woo ooh things are turning, freak-y... why is that a Y and not an E? see... the tetragrammaton is glaring at me... like an ***** protruding phallus with the added "flavor" of a circumcision snippet... me? i'm fine... no snippet...     i can **** off as much as i like and not feel stupid - or catholic, about it, having, in my possession, an unsheathed "sword"). p.s. it really is the case of circumcising men as a procreational motivation, no ******** on you... plenty of ******** on her... and how the east meets the west... back in the east i'd be a blessing... over 'ere? i'm a walking abortion... a nuisance... something you send off to fight in incestuous... here's my 100 year closure celebration: V! like the Welsh longbow men... up yours! who? in the 100 year war... the French would cut off the... **** index or middle finger? they would cut off one of the fingers of the Welsh longbow men... so they could fire an arrow... P.O.W.s... so the Welsh longbow men came up with V... a salute to the French... up yours! i still have mine! hence? i don't feel ****** jerking off... too bad, ol' chap, you've been given an incentive to find your missing ******** in a woman's ***** sorry... i actually feel sorry for you having this imposed on you... the missing caftan / hood and all... sometimes i wondered: does she even know what she's doing performing ******** on me? maybe i could cut my torso off and show her how to do it? in the east i'd be a godsend, but in the west i'm an embarrassment... great in tissue... greater still in pointless wars... auxiliary pageant... sure sure... glorify the women... last time i heard my ex-girlfriend gave birth to her fourth child... her fourth daughter... i seriously should have been born a ******* Mongol.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
V
.oh... hi y'all: or rather - how did i find this in the noun Ohio?       i guess after watching the disaster artist   and no having watched the room... the tetragrammaton is so glaring to me in the English tongue, i might as well be a reincarnation of Belshazzar (but not really... because, to me, reincarnation implies       a fixed number of people... and an mingling of solipsism from philosophy, and NPC from the gaming world... no, i can't believe in reincarnation... saving grace of the Hindus? they're not lactose intolerant; boogie-woogie-boo-woo ooh things are turning, freak-y... why is that a Y and not an E? see... the tetragrammaton is glaring at me... like an ***** protruding phallus with the added "flavor" of a circumcision snippet... me? i'm fine... no snippet...     i can **** off as much as i like and not feel stupid - or catholic, about it, having, in my possession, an unsheathed "sword"). p.s. it really is the case of circumcising men as a procreational motivation, no ******** on you... plenty of ******** on her... and how the east meets the west... back in the east i'd be a blessing... over 'ere? i'm a walking abortion... a nuisance... something you send off to fight in incestuous... here's my 100 year closure celebration: V! like the Welsh longbow men... up yours! who? in the 100 year war... the French would cut off the... **** index or middle finger? they would cut off one of the fingers of the Welsh longbow men... so they could fire an arrow... P.O.W.s... so the Welsh longbow men came up with V... a salute to the French... up yours! i still have mine! hence? i don't feel ****** jerking off... too bad, ol' chap, you've been given an incentive to find your missing ******** in a woman's ***** sorry... i actually feel sorry for you having this imposed on you... the missing caftan / hood and all... sometimes i wondered: does she even know what she's doing performing ******** on me? maybe i could cut my torso off and show her how to do it? in the east i'd be a godsend, but in the west i'm an embarrassment... great in tissue... greater still in pointless wars... auxiliary pageant... sure sure... glorify the women... last time i heard my ex-girlfriend gave birth to her fourth child... her fourth daughter... i seriously should have been born a ******* Mongol.
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The dust piles up A warning sign of giving up Dishes, Not water, Overflow the sink A metaphor reaching its own brink No reason to really bother No warning sign is enough For me to choose sober I'm falling apart The problems are located back at the start I'm just an NPC There's no reason to really see me But I exist none the less Ignored beyond my best If this is a test I'm set up to fail like the rest ©2025
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
~•§•~ No Reason ~•§•~
Blessed be the civil war brewing in the newsfeed I just hope both teams have fun If it’s not our bodies tryna **** us, It’s confirmation bias with a gun Cause we live in a society stranger than satire Doomscrollin’ infinity For the next dumpster fire If all the world’s a stage Then my anxiety is a crisis actor When all the world’s enraged I’m screamin’ CLASS WAR in the theater Blessed be these antidepressants With side effects like suicidal ideation Heaven left all thoughts and prayers on read Now thats what I call getting holy ghosted Full send to divine abandonment In a digital sea of arrogance Your favorite God is smashing The laugh reaction While the body count rises Achievement unlocked: death to empathy Is this ******* play about us Or are we all just NPC? Cursed with Main Character Syndrome, Glitching out behind the scenes- playing the victim Is the origin of your villain Cause we live in a society Stranger than satire Doomscrollin’ infinity For the next dumpster fire Just to tell everyone you’ve been enlightened
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Feb 16, 2023
Feb 16, 2023 at 2:07 AM UTC
We Live in A Society, BOTTOM TEXT
.oh look, i can take a screen-shot... so i don't appear as some rambling internet lunatic... sorry about the outcome of what my original ought to have looked like... out of my Pontius' hands... just like a retired person doesn't understand mobile phones... me and a.i.? can we go back to when i could have understood Dunkirk?! ever notice this? the NPC meme... see the transformation when you insert... eyebrows?     \      /     .       .        /_         _ oh look, a rabbit?! volatile buggers... listen...            what?! i didn't say anything! i couldn't get the angle right... does vvvv or wwwww represent a grrr: of frustration of clenched teeth? let's see...          \      /     .       .        /_         _ satan! oh, hey bro, thanks for coming...     \      /     .       .        /_             vvvv **** that's not going to work... you can't craft memes using letters, letters are too complicated for a meme... you need the reserve bank of punctuation and "punctuation" markers... ****               my bad... you know... the nights that i spend listening to music, and not listening to alt. media commentators?     SLOUGH, S'LOW,    SL'OH....      the hours pass, slow... if they ever translate... oh look... 'ere one... 'ere one for the memes...                                        __ ΙΧΘΥΣ   ιχθυς          / __ /|                                    |__ |/ kevin & perry go large... what?   *big fish, little fish, cardboard box*?       don't know the dance routine? it's a ******* classic... a bit like the Sheryl Crow debut album.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
the volatility of memes / ichthys: whatever this is... i'm not responsible, i know a |_|_/_//|_ when i see one
.oh look, i can take a screen-shot... so i don't appear as some rambling internet lunatic... sorry about the outcome of what my original ought to have looked like... out of my Pontius' hands... just like a retired person doesn't understand mobile phones... me and a.i.? can we go back to when i could have understood Dunkirk?! ever notice this? the NPC meme... see the transformation when you insert... eyebrows?     \      /     .       .        /_         _ oh look, a rabbit?! volatile buggers... listen...            what?! i didn't say anything! i couldn't get the angle right... does vvvv or wwwww represent a grrr: of frustration of clenched teeth? let's see...          \      /     .       .        /_         _ satan! oh, hey bro, thanks for coming...     \      /     .       .        /_             vvvv **** that's not going to work... you can't craft memes using letters, letters are too complicated for a meme... you need the reserve bank of punctuation and "punctuation" markers... ****               my bad... you know... the nights that i spend listening to music, and not listening to alt. media commentators?     SLOUGH, S'LOW,    SL'OH....      the hours pass, slow... if they ever translate... oh look... 'ere one... 'ere one for the memes...                                        __ ΙΧΘΥΣ   ιχθυς          / __ /|                                    |__ |/ kevin & perry go large... what?   *big fish, little fish, cardboard box*?       don't know the dance routine? it's a ******* classic... a bit like the Sheryl Crow debut album.
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One more silver dollar buy another time a chance, it was a time, not a dream, and now has been, after that ever since wisdom swept over me, my reality, yours, in the same time, our reality on starship earth, where the ancient spells have been found to loose oath bound, if you read this far, I wrote this far, and loved the company in a same yeast state, define state in states where war is made possible, by treaty, representational power, aimed at the child in the old man being given worst, worsted wool's my first right twist to be available in culturally npc blend, walk by, that guy 120 fps You could always see first he was not there.
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Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 11:33 PM UTC
Itch to Just be this free
I read a disturbing truth someone questioned on the internet, “the world didn’t end in 2012, but since then have you truly felt alive?” I don’t wish to presume, but I would be more than willing to bet that you feel the same, that you’ve fully lost your drive. Marking calendars like clockwork, each box an imposing X, but you’ve lost your absolute and essential favourite red pen. We live as NPC’s but I’d like to believe we’re far more complex, though we make the same mistake over and over again. No sun burnt out, no moon fell, but I swear the galaxy has changed, we’re dazed and living under a spell, our lifestyle’s completely deranged. There was deviation from the reservation that fate held out for us. Abandoned salvation for sedation the golden pastures have turned to dust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds. I know there’s growth in destruction instead I loathe interruption. Can silence be considered a confrontation? I know there’s redemption in healing, but I take each hit without showing feeling. Can violence be considered mediation? Decipher every word’s meaning while performing spring cleaning we’re all the same; we just want a good purge. Ignoring every clear right sign but complain about the fuzzy line the one that’s crossed when you can’t resist the urge. No sun burnt out, no stars died, but the dimensions sure are blurring. Auto pilot’s on and gravity’s been defied, and no one sees this all occurring. There was deviation from the reservation, that fate held out for us. I trade motivation for inebriation, the golden pastures have turned to rust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds. Time isn’t so strong when you can break the clock you know it’s possible to push back the hands. For fate is chosen but destiny you can mock from the deep seas to the hottest sands. The past is already written the ink is already dry. The fire’s already been lit and the flames are reaching towards the sky. I’ve explored every emotional cave and I’ve trekked through every lonely field. When you’re scared it’s the only time you can be brave, so grab your sword and don’t forget your shield. No sun burnt out, no seas ran dry, but the world suddenly stopped turning. the world’s a game and life’s a lie, but we must keep internal fires burning. There was deviation from the reservation that fate held out for us, I replace meditation with self deprecation the golden pastures I no longer trust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds.
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
A Link Between Worlds
I read a disturbing truth someone questioned on the internet, “the world didn’t end in 2012, but since then have you truly felt alive?” I don’t wish to presume, but I would be more than willing to bet that you feel the same, that you’ve fully lost your drive. Marking calendars like clockwork, each box an imposing X, but you’ve lost your absolute and essential favourite red pen. We live as NPC’s but I’d like to believe we’re far more complex, though we make the same mistake over and over again. No sun burnt out, no moon fell, but I swear the galaxy has changed, we’re dazed and living under a spell, our lifestyle’s completely deranged. There was deviation from the reservation that fate held out for us. Abandoned salvation for sedation the golden pastures have turned to dust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds. I know there’s growth in destruction instead I loathe interruption. Can silence be considered a confrontation? I know there’s redemption in healing, but I take each hit without showing feeling. Can violence be considered mediation? Decipher every word’s meaning while performing spring cleaning we’re all the same; we just want a good purge. Ignoring every clear right sign but complain about the fuzzy line the one that’s crossed when you can’t resist the urge. No sun burnt out, no stars died, but the dimensions sure are blurring. Auto pilot’s on and gravity’s been defied, and no one sees this all occurring. There was deviation from the reservation, that fate held out for us. I trade motivation for inebriation, the golden pastures have turned to rust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds. Time isn’t so strong when you can break the clock you know it’s possible to push back the hands. For fate is chosen but destiny you can mock from the deep seas to the hottest sands. The past is already written the ink is already dry. The fire’s already been lit and the flames are reaching towards the sky. I’ve explored every emotional cave and I’ve trekked through every lonely field. When you’re scared it’s the only time you can be brave, so grab your sword and don’t forget your shield. No sun burnt out, no seas ran dry, but the world suddenly stopped turning. the world’s a game and life’s a lie, but we must keep internal fires burning. There was deviation from the reservation that fate held out for us, I replace meditation with self deprecation the golden pastures I no longer trust. But there’s got to be a link between worlds.
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Life is but a Game A game in a console that booted on without your say, one, where you can be stuck at the title screen for years before pressing play one where your allotted lives vary per player One, where you could be a npc, before you are a player Where the level of difficulty is set on hard, but can be changed whenever you like Where everyone has a story, with side quests Where some of us play for fun, while others, to be the best [To be Continued]
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Life is a Game (To Be Finished)
The trick to self-analysis is self-alerting awareness. Thus the cliché: know yo'own self. Each you you ever be, see you be you. Each self makes a bio, builds a being viable on earth. Thus the click, on earth as… always brings to mind in heaven, which is --quotes are useless, it's like a choir of… --- Hermes fans all fanning at once call for… where, did Jesus say? The kingdom of truth is within you. No way, Jah, wei we know, we tasted. Wanna bet, your interesting times? Inter-cept ception receive the key from long before, now is as we are aware, free to be anything imaginable or if we find whole lives memorizable, realizable at the speed of thought, you live as long as you wish, to act as if you have the mind of any one mental able-knowing thing - mortal thing, we can't imagine immortality - by law limiting speed of thought to - the inner edge of the bell curve on - mindless oblivion or nirvana, some call it. imagine you are fed and clothed, because you survived, no other measure of your worth, or mine, we survived, we can do good knowing, knowing we know hell is a test all the best pass thru. Fix your mind's hero story, you're it. You are your mind's hero story hero, not mine. I sold mine, did I not make that clear, when this game began, I took you at you word, truth has a mind, so I sold the mindless ***** NPC and blew my own bubble to be in truth with a word accepted as true, it cannot lie, I took it to heart, like magic… new ifity and I'm me. Not a fan of any name, tho' I do call Jesus friend. {pre-facebook kinda friend, big deal in du-Sie times o'yor| then you wish to die, and you do. Before you do, that's the trick. The other one.
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
There must be some other trick..
The trick to self-analysis is self-alerting awareness. Thus the cliché: know yo'own self. Each you you ever be, see you be you. Each self makes a bio, builds a being viable on earth. Thus the click, on earth as… always brings to mind in heaven, which is --quotes are useless, it's like a choir of… --- Hermes fans all fanning at once call for… where, did Jesus say? The kingdom of truth is within you. No way, Jah, wei we know, we tasted. Wanna bet, your interesting times? Inter-cept ception receive the key from long before, now is as we are aware, free to be anything imaginable or if we find whole lives memorizable, realizable at the speed of thought, you live as long as you wish, to act as if you have the mind of any one mental able-knowing thing - mortal thing, we can't imagine immortality - by law limiting speed of thought to - the inner edge of the bell curve on - mindless oblivion or nirvana, some call it. imagine you are fed and clothed, because you survived, no other measure of your worth, or mine, we survived, we can do good knowing, knowing we know hell is a test all the best pass thru. Fix your mind's hero story, you're it. You are your mind's hero story hero, not mine. I sold mine, did I not make that clear, when this game began, I took you at you word, truth has a mind, so I sold the mindless ***** NPC and blew my own bubble to be in truth with a word accepted as true, it cannot lie, I took it to heart, like magic… new ifity and I'm me. Not a fan of any name, tho' I do call Jesus friend. {pre-facebook kinda friend, big deal in du-Sie times o'yor| then you wish to die, and you do. Before you do, that's the trick. The other one.
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Adapting re voluntary reading to the future, when we've nothing to do so, sub-con science frictions call all men liars. I am by no means chief, I came from the Calebland Productions, early Eighties, Macintosh and Appletalk, and Silicon Beach grand brainstorms insisting if we heat it the entire idea of dust as us and our mites… just willing to revolve with the planets will enough all those old winds that twisted like we did last summer, wind up like those ones, wow, so real. Northwest Passage is open, and yet, none acknowledge life in full control, something literarily evolving where the crawdads eat the corpses, Bayou Blue, Barrios and Pepitons, cheri mio, we had some fun, we all sung, on that by you seem to agree, we won. we won the evolutionary war, mankind, wombed and un, ever so long ago, none knew, we did but time is a bit of a Ouranos cycle, looks like a great ocean churning gyre, of which the last swirling tide reminder fit to an old spider web designer, loser backslider with a gambling wife, who took a chance on me, what do we see, but what we get, generously, love is there for the looking for, and for remembering finding, and really, when a man from the molds that made our we this kind of old man, an individuated NPC, in a cast of thousands, acting stand in assistant to the assisting intelligence time accounting, massive messaging, is a thing are you aware…? your connection can self correct, your bluetooth can whistle in your ear, eh, we made it up. The loss, we, laughed and made it all up.
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Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 4:11 PM UTC
Revolting evoluted authority, just once
Adapting re voluntary reading to the future, when we've nothing to do so, sub-con science frictions call all men liars. I am by no means chief, I came from the Calebland Productions, early Eighties, Macintosh and Appletalk, and Silicon Beach grand brainstorms insisting if we heat it the entire idea of dust as us and our mites… just willing to revolve with the planets will enough all those old winds that twisted like we did last summer, wind up like those ones, wow, so real. Northwest Passage is open, and yet, none acknowledge life in full control, something literarily evolving where the crawdads eat the corpses, Bayou Blue, Barrios and Pepitons, cheri mio, we had some fun, we all sung, on that by you seem to agree, we won. we won the evolutionary war, mankind, wombed and un, ever so long ago, none knew, we did but time is a bit of a Ouranos cycle, looks like a great ocean churning gyre, of which the last swirling tide reminder fit to an old spider web designer, loser backslider with a gambling wife, who took a chance on me, what do we see, but what we get, generously, love is there for the looking for, and for remembering finding, and really, when a man from the molds that made our we this kind of old man, an individuated NPC, in a cast of thousands, acting stand in assistant to the assisting intelligence time accounting, massive messaging, is a thing are you aware…? your connection can self correct, your bluetooth can whistle in your ear, eh, we made it up. The loss, we, laughed and made it all up.
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I have never been close to Anyone. I have never thought of others As being as intricate as me. I felt a distance Though I never noticed it Until now. I feel different with you Especially when I think about Our fights. It seems like my problem is that At least in the beginning I didn't see you as another Consciousness. I merely saw you as a Person I was fond of. And I now realize That this is how I see people in general. Does that make me partially a Sociopath? I'm not sure. But that's how it is. And I'm sure I would still see you the same As everyone else If I didn't want to know you To love you So **** well. In fact, I may have left a door open To this solitary confinement of My psyche. And you pushed it open Giving me extreme feelings that I don't Understand. I never will understand. But I'll try. Because you are not an NPC You are complete Like me. Like every person I don't understand. You too are battered Bruised Scarred by things that I will never have to take. Experienced in life In love In hate In pain In loss In joy In everything. But not the same as me But somehow not different...
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
To love a soul
The Game Of Life Life is a game Where everyone is trying to take names Some people try everyone like an NPC These people make a lot of enemies Some people treat everyone like a new friend People are usually happy to see them in the end When life gets hard some people go AFK Others see others that need help and no matter what won't go away The most important part of life however is to always do your best For this is the game of life's true test
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Life is but a Game
I don't have to listen to you Does the protagonist ever mention his parents? All you are Is an NPC Railroading me Keeping me away from all that's uncoded I want to go there See the glitches Be in the world unseen So stop telling me what to do I know my own path is worthless Yes No Leave my decisions to the whim of the player The player at least knows better than you
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Just An NPC
I am neither your hero nor your villain; I am the NPC with a bow and arrows hunting the invisible.
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Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
NPC
I have the information you need. But you walk by me. Not noticing my face. I am just another random. A needless human being. I can speak. I can teach. But I look as if I contain insignificant speech. You reach beyond your vision. See me in the your side mirror. I am filling. Not as empty as this game makes me out to be. I wanna talk to you. I want my point of view to come across to you. You just rather keep going along but you’ve missed a valuable moment and now you’re stuck in the loop because you’ve ran passed me.
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
NPC
Last year I discovered this beautiful game that calms my anxiety It's called Stardew valley Farming Fishing Foraging Mining Fighting that doesn't make me anxious Talking to NPC's Finding love Making in game money It's great
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Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC
Stardew valley