MY LIFE IS BASICALLY A RESKINNED DOOM
Where the demons are people, and the textures are normal, and the stimpacks have only a mild therapeutic effect, and the doors at the end of levels are just doors and do not trigger the end or the beginning of anything else. And the people, when I surprise them, attack me with words instead of fire. And the levels are houses instead of hell, and the sky is not blood red, and the secret doors are still secret doors, which I could find if I had the patience. And I wish that people would stop asking me why I reskinned DOOM instead of creating my own life out of nothing. "Why?" Because it's a lot easier this way.
Greetings reader. I’ve read some excellent things on Substack in the recent past, like Small Town Grievances - newly on this modern website - where you can keep up to date on the latest horrible miseries that have befallen the community. I also loved Mark Leidner’s “Medieval Parkour”, which as usual gave me slightly more to think about than I strictly wanted.
I recently ran a “Black Friday” sale on BLUE NIGHT AT THE CULT, whereby you can buy it for $5 off (also known as 15 Australian Dollars) and get a free copy of a zine I’ve made called BORDERING ON INNUMERABLE AND INCREASING ALL THE TIME, and I can’t figure out how to turn off the sale. I welcome the reduced profit margin as my punishment for not mastering e-commerce.