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At the end of it all, we're just specks of cosmic dust.
You have to truly reflect on the decisions you have made along the path that led you to the place of your final reckoning.
It's still not clear, even to me, why I bought I Wani Hug that Gator!
There's nothing wrong with it, with those hugging scenes it's perfectly stellar. But when you look at it as a choice, you realize how damaged I and the rest of humanity are.
What prompted me to buy a game like this? What part of my soul felt so empty that I thought a wheelchair bound dinosaur girl could fill it?
When I look into the infinite depths of my own loneliness, I see a pool of reflection. My face is not there, there is no face. There are only tears in that puddle, tears of shame, loss and confusion.
If it were up to me again, I know I would buy it in a heartbeat.