#TheCrimeCats say praise Adephagia, praise Belphegor, may they all be consumed, and finally find peaceful utility fertilizing the plants in the fields.
a cat with stripy spots smiles and sits next to a bottle with a rag wrapped around its neck and a lighter and thinks "teach kids to make & throw molotovs."
a speckled cat sits next to a poop with a fly buzzing near it, grins and thinks "if you make $15 an hour, work 40 hours a week, and shit for 15 minutes every shift, you would have to spend 32 years shitting at work to make one million dollars." an arrow labels the poop "$3.75".
a mutated cat with too many eyes, a fin, a couple tails and the wrong appendages at the end of its limbs stands and thinks "...for there is no sin in darkness or in light that the seeds of the dead cannot forgive..."
they should do a game like rogue legacy where the dungeon gets populated with the ghosts from your previous runs. rip off the nemesis system and let the ghosts level up too. put in an influence system or a class that can turn the ghosts to your side and fight along side you as you press deeper into the dungeon.
#TheCrimeCats say isn't it weird that rich people pay fines and just get to keep doing the crimes? no suggestion that policy changes to prevent malfeasance. just pay the graft and continue on. business as usual.
very excited to be playing a force-sensitive bothan imperial double agent this weekend in a post-ROTJ star wars #trrpg. his name is Osha Bylaws and if all goes according to plan, someday he'll become Darth Violation.
#TheCrimeCats are reading Annihilation by jeff vandermeer. it's good so far. love me some incomprehensible cryptic babble scrawled in living letters in a living pit.
a striped cat with three eyes, two tails, five legs and one duck-like foot grins and thinks "where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner i shall bring forth the seeds of the dead"
