Don't Starve. Day 210 for the first time. Still waiting for Bearger, Deerclops and Dragonfly (aside from mining the crap out of the Ruins) before I jump to a new world. Only problem is that I set Giants to low because I was scared stiff of them.
Don't Starve. I'm frankly getting a little bored since I've already mastered my current world and now am just going around hunting thumbleweeds and keeping a fresh stock of food while waiting for the Giants to spawn. Maybe I'll pack up early, head to a new world, then tackle the Adventure Mode before calling it a day.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?