Why spread hate and disorder? Why allow negativity to fester? We're all playing this miserably fun game together, I say look to your brother for solace. Unless they're a furry, then you must smite them.

The truth about the H-RPG was that I made it up physically, but it exists spiritually. Every night before I go to bed I am molesting and raping your mains in a hedonistic, ritualistic way that would make dahooch blush in my mind palace. If you wish to see it manifest, you must donate $2,000,000 to my kickstarter campaign and wait 20 years for the demo.

I accept your confession. Confess.