Alright, I'm back

You weren't looking at anything too embarassing, were you?

I just brought something, to show you.

Everything I ever gave up on ... there's no organization to this at all, they can't even interract in any meaningful way, just a shadow of the things i've made.

I've spent years, in denial of my grief, because they hate me.

I go through this ritual of practice in the most pragmatic way I can, but it feels like there is no great enough sacrifice I can offer up to make these amount to anything.

I go on thinking of what more I could have done, to grow from my mistakes, but still I feel trapped by them, this mess of broken files.

But as long as they're here, as long as I had something to show, for all I've tried to do, maybe people will hate these failed games, and not me; without them, I become an even bigger failure.

So you think, that's how it really?

That's interesting; I was going to leave their end up to you, maybe give you the option to 'finish' these for me, because I can't.

I won't get anywhere pretending that I don't care, lying to everyone

DOGDOGDOG.txt

dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
i don't need no kiss and hug, i just pet a dogdogdog
i don't need no friends and love, i just pet a dogdogdog
dogdogdog spurring away the pain
dogdogdog animal-god machine
i don't need no therapists' drugs i just really fucking love dogs
i don't need a lover's touch just let me pet a stranger's dog
spur of the moment, dog on the street,
take some pictures, woman thinks i'm creep
i'm not after your lacy bra, i just want to look at your
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog
dogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdogdog

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arrow.png

dialoguetree.xml

dpcumenticon.png

final.exe

folder.png

game.js

page1.css

page2.css

page01.css

page02.css

page03.css

page04.css

page1.html

page2.html

page01.html

page02.html

page03.html

page04.html

playerhead01.png

playerhead2.png

projectoutline.txt

todo.txt

todo(1).txt

todo(2).txt

todo(3).txt

todo(4).txt

todo(5).txt

zzz.gif

Alright, I'm back

You weren't looking at anything too embarassing, were you?

I just brought something, to show you.

Everything I ever gave up on ... there's no organization to this at all, they can't even interract in any meaningful way, just a shadow of the things i've made.

I've spent years, in denial of my grief, because they hate me.

I go through this ritual of practice in the most pragmatic way I can, but it feels like there is no great enough sacrifice I can offer up to make these amount to anything.

I go on thinking of what more I could have done, to grow from my mistakes, but still I feel trapped by them, this mess of broken files.

But as long as they're here, as long as I had something to show, for all I've tried to do, maybe people will hate these failed games, and not me; without them, I become an even bigger failure.

So you think, that's how it really?

That's interesting; I was going to leave their end up to you, maybe give you the option to 'finish' these for me, because I can't.

I won't get anywhere pretending that I don't care, lying to everyone

People only condemn those who give up; you can't walk away and let it die.

The bitterness doesn't come from others, just yourself, and you've embued these
games with all of it

Alright, I'm back

You weren't looking at anything too embarassing, were you?

I just brought something, to show you.

Everything I ever gave up on ... there's no organization to this at all, they can't even interract in any meaningful way, just a shadow of the things i've made.

I've spent years, in denial of my grief, because they hate me.

I go through this ritual of practice in the most pragmatic way I can, but it feels like there is no great enough sacrifice I can offer up to make these amount to anything.

I go on thinking of what more I could have done, to grow from my mistakes, but still I feel trapped by them, this mess of broken files.

But as long as they're here, as long as I had something to show, for all I've tried to do, maybe people will hate these failed games, and not me; without them, I become an even bigger failure.

So you think, that's how it really?

That's interesting; I was going to leave their end up to you, maybe give you the option to 'finish' these for me, because I can't.

I won't get anywhere pretending that I don't care, lying to everyone

People only condemn those who give up; you can't walk away and let it die.

The bitterness doesn't come from others, just yourself, and you've embued thesegames with all of it

The bitterness doesn't come from others, just yourself, and you've embued these
games with all of it