it was first kiss at a spooky soiree, and lots of random people came up and played through to an ending and had fun and it was nice, but there was this ONE GUY, this one guy i could really tell was not going to vibe with my very queer game, but he sat down to play it and i always have hope yknow i'm always like well people are not always as they seem, i'm in portland, it's more likely than not that he won't be rude about it at the very least.
so he's playing, he's marzipan, he sees chirval and goes "yes, i am a girl character so i must pick the handsome boy character to kiss" because that would be the straight thing to do, right? and this is the perspective i didn't consider when i made spooky soiree--the fact that he played himself by choosing chirval because you can't even REACH chirval's route without unlocking it first. no one had done it yet. he was getting the baezel ending.
so baezel gets into cosplay, a cosplay of his favorite character who happens to be a girl, and all this guy can say is that this game is so weird, it's so weird! why is this kissing game like this? why couldn't i get a normal ending? why did i end up with this weird kid?
and i'm sitting behind the table really uncomfortable and hoping he's not about to say a slur but it's also so hilarious because i really truly did not consider that if you tried to be straight in my game you'd get the ending that a cis straight person would understand THE LEAST. it's so funny. it's just so funny, brilliant accidental game design.
he left peacefully but his mind was so blown by this experience that about 20 minutes later he passed by again and saw someone else getting the olog ending, so he saw marzipan kissing a guy, and he called out to me as he was walking by like "see, THIS GUY gets a normal ending!!!" and im like "idk what to tell you bro, this is the type of stuff i make!!!!"
where are you now, random straight guy? are you still haunted by my game? "why was that demon kid so weird...? who would make a game like that...?" it's so much to comprehend.
