THE HELL PROVIDED
Every day is the same.
The weight of your duty grinds you down.
You live for life's sake.
When does it end?
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A digital poem. ~600 words, 5-10 minutes to read.
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great mech poem! i read it thinking about the pilot in bug grinder (noise jam game i worked on) and their similarities and differences.
Thank you :3
Interesting, I’ll have to take a look
Mechsploitation stories and very sad pilots going through it in a capitalist hellscape while eating slop and getting killed will never not be great to read about, but your poetry really elevated it, despite being so short it feels like a punch to the face and it's so cool and effective, I loved it.
Thank you, comments like this are part of why I love making art, it’s great to hear that I was able to virtually punch you in the face >:3
THIS FUCKS
I loved the background and the music and the death of it all awawaaa
Death, hopeless, cold death…
station-bat, dense-black
another banger from howling angel games
Thank you <3