When you become disillusioned with being a corporate slave, and decide with the help of your grandfather’s inheritance to exploit the natural resources of a tiny remote community, enslave a native race of spirit animals, stalk the locals and bribe them with gifts, push out an international competitor under the guise producing local “artisanal” goods, all for the purpose of expanding your huge vertically integrated agri business empire
I don’t think I’ve ever cried, but I don’t enjoy rhythm-based games. I think I lack the necessary skillset. Latest attempt was probably…Hi-Fi Rush? I’m not disabled or anything, just bad, though my aging hands probably haven’t helped.
Edit: Re-reading your post and realizing which community I am in has led me to conclude that your post relates to the trans experience, while my comment obviously does not. I apologize for any inconvenience.
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