My Friend Sent Me Whatever The Fuck This Is And Asked Me If This Is Look Outside

fuck it. drew these two some refs

Hey, he's honest. And I'd strangle that little freak(semi-affetionate) too if I had the chance

your edible is never going to kick in because you're a bad person

spoilers for the game look outside:

cannot stop thinking about our main guy sam. unemployed gamer that by all accounts shouldnt have made it through fifteen days of the apocalypse but, depending on how you play him, is the exact right amount of both deeply compassionate and batshit insane to pull it off. like off the top of my head, he feeds his arm to a mouth on a wall in order to save a hideous rat baby, and then feeds and cares for the rat baby until it's capable of wielding various lethal weapons against the abominations that roam the hallways. also gives it a stupid little hat. kisses his weird stalker twice, and by kisses i mean closes his eyes and puckers his lips while his stalker presses their "face" against his. gives head pats to the cockroaches he brings back to the apartment and feeds them until they coalesce into a man-shaped construct wearing a trench coat. in the best ending he becomes a planet sized benevolent godthing that does ribbon cutting ceremonies for all the cities he's helped rebuild with giant novelty scissors. who else is doing it like him

art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you

love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man

Freelance husbands doodles before I sleep