this game was banned in my school because people would just play it over and over again in the library
motherfuckin thank you
this would be really fucking cool if my arrow keys would fucking work.
THIS IS PERFECT
OH GOD OH GOD I’M GONNA DIE. I’M GONNA CRASH AND BURN. AAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!!!
The mask comes off.
But only rarely, and only for a select few people, and only for a short time. He’s always let her help him since she won’t wince at the scarring around his eyes and mouth, how pale his skin is, the blue white cast of his lips, like a corpse, the metal ports in the back of his skull that make him look factory made. Because she’s the only one who remembers that he isn’t. She won’t back away when he chokes on the first breaths of fresh air, unfamiliar, too fragrant and too empty, delivering nothing but worthless oxygen. No one else can be there. He won’t allow it. He won’t let anyone else see how quick the strength dissolves into quivering weakness. He won’t let anyone else see him beg for her to put it back on.
Now that, I would pay to watch.