Those nights spinning out of my head, sinking into the sofa. Broken glass in my palms. Bleeding dry the funniest thing ever. Old dogs laughing and snarling on a waterbed floor, mocking the moon for daring to show its face. All nausea and wreckage and vomit and ugly cruelty. The only problem in the world an empty bottle. Those were the best days of my life. Yeah. Those were the best days of my life. I got nothing to hide. Ready to face the music. I can see myself for what I am. But you, a cowardly, selfish [] and you can't even see it.

im back

1/12: The rightful owner of this vessel has gotten their place back. You can’t keep taking this away from me. This game was created by a parasite and thief. You can’t take back gifts. This game contains stolen characters. You can’t just steal my characters, if they’re there to shed light on the disgusting things I had to deal with in my life. You’re insensitive. You cant just steal them, if they’re me. INTRUDER 10/13: „I didn't expect this game to begin slowly blowing up as it was. The game has seemingly been slowly getting players and I'm not entirely sure why, I'd assume because it appears when you search "myhouse". I've been pretty lazy to actually continue the game as it was a silly project I eventually got too lazy to continue, but cool to see people at least trying out this kind of thing.”