Mutation Mayhem

This game truly capitalizes on all of the flaws in the modern world. Never have I embraced into such a game with such heeavy impact on my everyday life, I still contemplate about the true intentions of this game every night as I lie in bed, never being able to forget what I have seen in this beautiful masterpiece as a "game." Every morning I wake up I ask my basement slaves if they would like to join me in a session, but they always ask for water instead. I still have yet to understand the correlation between this artpiece and water, but after delving so deep into this chronologically hidden lore, I feel I learn more about the game every time I go to Starbucks. My oh my do I love Starbucks. My basement slaves wish to go to Starbucks one day, after all, they always watch my sip and sigh with relief ask they beg and plead for the sweet sweet croissants I dangle so close to their cages. This game now affects every decision I make in my life, for if my woman isn't good at this game, she's not good enough for me. Mayhaps I will have to marry myself, who is a true expert about this secret predecessor to Fortnite: Battle Royale. I have found every nook and cranny in this game's in-depth lore, and I wish that you will realize how phenomonal this work of art truly is. Whenever I'm in the shower I indulge in deep thought about the strategic tactics of this starving simulator, for I never eat when thinking about it either. Sometimes while carrying in the groceries my homiesexual will pull down my jeans and give me a succcccc whilst I think about this malevolent game. Perhaps one day I can create the sequel to this work of art and gift it to my grandchildren, for they deserve nothing lesser than God's finest. Thank you for creating this game. I will never be the same. Amen.