Rum Buddies Play Lazaretto

We're getting there now, not much longer will we continue to be back at it again for the first time unless you're looking at it on a weekly scale with these spooky scary horror games. That's it, though, that's the month. The October. That's what the YouTube do for the October. Spooooooky skeleting games with bats and pumpkins and handcuffs and ghosts and ghouls and goblins and geese.

Can't break free from the shackles of mediocrity and conformity. True horror of being a part of a society.

We are in a society.

We are a society.

I did this. To ourselves.

I love spunky scurvy games and movies and the like. Something about the unnatural, the inconceivable, the dangerous and dongerous, the knowns and unknowns, fears and fearettes. The terrifying nature of humanity, society, and what lies beyond. There has always been something fascinating about it to me. Sure, I jump and yelp and cry a little bit, sometimes, but it is all in good fun, so there is never harm done.

Something about the recording environment makes playing these games more unnerving, too, I feel. Maybe it's my split attention allowing me to become more easily surprised or caught off guard or other synonyms, or the headphones I'm wearing amplifying the atmosphere the ambiance the OPPRESSIVE CHILLING SOUND DESIGN wracking me to my core and overflowing my senses but mostly my hearing with a sense of dread that I can do nothing but play the game and try to endure sound upon sound bashing their way into my skull my soul my dreams.

I only ever really watch horror movies with my mom. Nobody else that I know likes them, so she's my only spooky sidekick and I guess that's okay. It gives us a reason beyond holidays or big events to get together, because OH LORDY knows I never make time for my friends or family because I'm a right good old cuntbag hikikomori that just loves being inside with his teevees and his vidya gems and fuck the world I'm alone tonight.

It's not inherently a bad thing, probably. There are a lot of reasons for my behavior and justifications for it and et cetera, but we don't have time to get into all the nitty gritty details now, because the show is almost over. Yes. That does just mean that I'm tired and know that if I start rambling on another tangent that it could go on and on for a while and I just don't have the energy for that, even though my mind body and soul and whatever would ignore that fact to push through and keep typing for paragraphs upon sentences upon phrases and single word upon end.

I can keep going on and on through sheer force of not thinking and just continuing to type. It happens, more often than you actually if you've read these you probably realized that at some point by now it isn't exactly obtuse or abstract or words and words and words and words and words and words and words and words and words and words and words and STOP

(Hammer time)

I'm stupid.