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Watching me, menacingly...

And of COURSE I work the NIGHT SHIFT!!!

I played this game in a livestream, this was the first game I started with, and I immediately recognized you from the game about dogs and firecrackers.

I played this in a livestream, this was the secnd game I played and it was great, despite my more aggro-attitude (it was a very stressful day) I did enjoy the atmosphere.

I played this in a stream, it is the 3rd game I played.

Surely he's friendly...

I streamed this game for a little bit, it was the second game I played and I think I got one of the endings.

Surely NOTHING BAD WILL HAPPEN.

Bro rushed me from the fields...

No survival instincts whatsoever...

It was looking back...

Watching from the darkness.

Didn't expect to just win.

I know he's a demon, but he could have some manners...

Streamed this gem last night! It's the 3rd game I played.

I streamed your game, it's the first one among the games I played last night. It's a little funny but I unfortunately didn't beat it as I was getting a tad peeved with some of the physics and the random encounters. I'm personally not a fan of repetition so I'm stuck in prison here lol.

All thanks to rat poison.

Just a normal train ride where NOTHING GOES WRONG...

It's been many winter moon since I beheld such an artistic experience... Despite my impatience and frustrations, it was certainly a delight to take part of.

He's gonna regret coming to my house...

Meow.

Children on the priest's LIST went missing... sounds too familiar

Just a bit of a kick for him...

Casually gifts me my daughter's decapitated head...

Just barges in and tries to scare me...

Am I surprised that this is what happened when I applied to ANOTHER late-night job? No...

Chris'ed his kringle...

I did NOT at ALL kidnap residents in the neighborhood and turn them into carpets...

Took my head off... again...

I always find myself in strange places...

Santa decided to show me HIS north pole...

How and why do I find myself in these situations???

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal.

Bro waited for me to finish in the restroom...

Money is the root of all evil, but desperation pays...

I assume he hit me with it...