a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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Freya if you're reading this, this is your mother. And I am so, so sorry. I've made some boneheaded mistakes in my time, but accidentally stabbing you is probably the single worst thing I have ever done by accident in this game. I loved all my kids, but you were always my favorite, and I was so very, very proud of you. I know you would have been a great and fair president, and I'm so sad the town never got to experience that.
I realized even as I my finger came down on the mouse button that I was clicking the wrong square, but I was powerless to stop it at that point. I should have just taken the apron off and laid it down, as I started to do. (I just figured, well, you already had one, you didn't need it. Dumb. That's a good safety precaution. Noted for the future.) And then I couldn't remember where the pads were, even though my mother healed me after a bear attack when I was young.
And here I was just thinking how much nicer that town was today than when I was there yesterday, how there were nice people and democratic elections, and no bloodshed at all.
I hope you can forgive me.
I'm gonna go headdesk forever now. (Can I blame the fact that I didn't have nearly enough sleep last night?)
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