*angrily stomps over to a block of vending machines and tapes a note onto one*
WHOEVER HAS BEEN USING CURSED ARTIFACTS TO STEAL CHOCOLATE FROM THIS MACHINE NEEDS TO STOP AND RETURN THOSE ITEMS TO THE RESEARCH STORE ROOM ASAP. VENDING MACHINES ARE A PRIVILEGE!
- Management
You ever get obsessively focused on a new project only to feel it slipping after a week or so and just try desperately cram anything that will re-awaken that spark into your brain but the intensity is going and you just sit there sliding downhill into lethargy ha no me either
Stepping through the tall grass leaves a pathway, a comet's trail of trampled verdancy. The meadow remembers your passage: its fairy roads are calligraphy for hunters. Mow your lawn, that I might travel stealthily
I came back here because I have no other other dopamine producing outlet for my absolutely unhinged thoughts on the Internet and Iβm very sad to realize this shit hits different now and is no longer dopamine producing.