{Trying to raise Melissa from a baby with Atticus and they have such a great friendship I'm crying OTL }
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A charming pixelated town with a terribly dark secret….. we’ve officially announce Grave Seasons, our upcoming murder mystery farming simulator this weekend at Summer Games Fest.
AND, we’re collaborating with Blumhouse Games to bring out game to life.
I’ve never been more proud to be the Narrative Director of Perfect Garbage.
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Sleeping with ghosts
It's such a lonely experience
The stars are out tonight
Only they can hear you breathing
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The archivist falls asleep with his eyes open and his assistants are EVIL
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The first day of the new school year began much the same as any other; being accosted by the hallway monitor for dawdling, having inappropriate footwear and daring to possess yet another pair of headphones, only for them to remember who he was and abandon any hopes of receiving an explanation, or an excuse.
Robin thought he would’ve outgrown his selective mutism by now, but apparently, it didn’t work like that. He’d eventually seen a therapist a few years prior, but the poor man didn’t exactly have a handbook for “strange child who can’t speak sometimes due to other people’s overwhelming head voices but won’t/can’t explain himself to anyone other than a ghost who’s stuck in his attic” so, it’d fallen a little flat.
At least, that’s what he kept telling himself; but the older he got, the more he started to think he’d been using his gift as a convenient excuse for some of his issues. Maybe. Possibly.
Much less bombarded than when he was little, Robin could usually tune out the everyday chatter within surrounding minds, though he rarely did. He’d become far too accustomed to being nosy, and at this point it was weirder NOT to hear everyone else’s thoughts. It produced an intense itchy feeling that was almost impossible to ignore, as though he’d miss something important the moment he stopped listening.
As a result, Robin struggled to live in the moment, and for himself; constantly juggling other people’s thoughts and emotions as well as his own.
Sometimes he wondered if he’d understand his brain better if it belonged to someone else, like if he could observe it from a distance as with everyone else, it’d make more sense-.. or maybe paying more attention in Mr Fitzherbert’s biology classes would help. He supposed he was still overwhelmed after all, just better at hiding it.
Either way, he wasn’t about to admit to all this nonsense out loud, especially not if it landed him in Doctor Abbott’s office again. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to find out how weird he actually was, least of all a psychologist. Think of all the experiments they’d want to do, all the prodding and poking-.. or worse. Robin shuddered at the thought. No, thank you!
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❧ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫: 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝐫𝐝
i love leonor, i love margot tenenbaum, i love when people click for hq, i love that i'll be posting story stuff again so very soon
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TMA/ Red Valley shower thoughts
just thinking today about the differences Warren Godby and Jonathan Sims.
Like Jon's fatal flaw is that he will do anything to aquire knowledge. He needs to Know everything, and be known.
Warrens flaw is that he will do anything to remain ignorant. The truth of his past was literally handed to him and he refused to take it. He would rather avoid knowing or thinking about his past in favor of taking a nap for several months at a time.
Jon runs from physical danger, but pursues knowledge, Warren runs from knowledge but throws himself headfirst into physical danger.
Yet both are just pawns in someone else's game. Someone who is using them as a tool to meet their own ends. Someone who is using what they don't know against them.
Just shower thoughts.
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feeling super normal emotions about how tma is just all about the intersection of fear and love, and what makes your wants and your self you. what if it's just trauma/mental illness/the thing in your head that is a part of you, but isn't you, not really.
what are you? what are your wants? what do you love? what do you fear? how much of this is influenced by trauma and mental illness and other factors? how much of yourself is yourself? is it still yourself if your self has been warped irreparably? do you want it if you only want it because of the trauma/mental illness/spooky entity? do you fear it if you only fear it because of the trauma/mental illness/spooky entity? do you love it if you only love it because of the trauma/mental illness/spooky entity?
how much of your mind is you? is it still you if it's changed? can you even define the difference?
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LOVE SHORE IS OUT NOW. 💜
The game that I’ve worked on for 4 years is out today, and it feels surreal. Perfect Garbage grew up as a self-funded, internally driven studio headed by two QPoC writers because of this game, and I became a Narrative Designer because of it. We put a lot of heart into Love Shore, and we hope you feel that in every moment.
Here’s the link.
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naejane: This Barbie almost drowned 🤙
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The sims 1 🤝 the sims 2
2 years after the release of the main pc game (that has overwhelming positive reviews,) ea decides it's time for a flop era and releases something(s) that mostly gets negative reviews
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clean that harvest moon out from under your fingernails
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