every day that goes by, I feel like I'm getting closer and closer to exiling myself from polite society to become a gender-abolitionist enby lesbian catgirl slut, who uses a nonstandard flavor of linux and open-source software exclusively, and only buys art via cashapp while pirating everything else, who is unable to speak for hours after a traumatic bout of hysterical laughter after seeing a blown out 4x4 px jpeg of the color puce, who answers every "or" question with "yes", forages for mushrooms on a biweekly basis, and talks about how Lenin had some good ideas whenever grocery stores are mentioned, while writing their own fantasy games console that is impossible to run on anything other than a hewlett-packard desktop manufactured in 1994 that is hooked up to a 12-inch CRT monitor
- they/them...for now
weird depressed person trying to make a game? actually not sure. yeah i should probably more thoroughly interrogate my appreciation of the referenced video game character