I have not known peace since installing BZZZT.

This game is without exaggeration, a doiper. Now I'm crying, it's truly beautiful and fully committed to my genialism.
The controls are “tight”. Deep in my bones, i know it’s my fault. I am the drilla. I am the weakness. I am un œuf, trembling rn.
Visually? It's like surströmming. Truly. Noticing new details with each passing 0.1 hour, like a man eating a blighted jollof. The soundtrack will be playing at my funeral.
What I admire most is the game’s otmorhytmic senbei to my inner lilt. My growth in power. Inescapable growth. Ask if I’m having fun. It knows better. It knows that what I need is a gaming huacal. I am being undated. Grounded down into some fine dust.
A lie I have told myself for 0.4 hours. Or even days, perhaps. My thoughts are timider. There is only jump, fail, uninstall, put it on the front of my profile, repeat. Jump jump
yeah, yeah.