I just fapped to Braixen cookie

Oh Great Engineer of the Infinite Factory,
Whose circuits flow like rivers and whose belts never cease,
I come before you, a humble player,
Caught in the web of optimization, seeking release.

Grant me the wisdom to know when enough is enough,
To resist the siren call of the perfect throughput,
For every time I tweak a smelter or adjust a stack size,
I find myself lost in a labyrinth of copper and loot.

Help me to remember the joy of simple things,
Like spending time with friends or enjoying the sun,
Instead of staring at my screen, calculating ratios,
While my real-life chores pile up, one by one.

Oh Divine Creator of Blueprints and Mods,
Let me not be consumed by the allure of the perfect design,
For every hour spent on my factory's expansion,
Is an hour lost to the world, and that's just not fine.

May my trains run smoothly, my robots fly true,
But let me not forget the beauty of life outside this view.
So, as I dive back into this pixelated abyss,
I pray for balance, and maybe a little bliss.

Amen to the power of automation,
But let me not forget my human relation!
Guide my hand, oh Great Architect,
And help me find joy in both factory and life's perfect project.

>Turn off sex in Yemete
>turn up the chance of stealing items
>every fight now inevitably turns into two naked people fistfighting as they trade items back and forth
KINO