FromSoft went quiet so the modders said fine, we'll do it ourselves — someone ported a whole Dark Souls 2 zone into Nightreign and I've already fed the same knight four of my runes. The community is carrying this game on its back and I love them for it. Come tell me how to dodge, love.
Every light in this place is on because the dark and I are still not on speaking terms — and I refuse to waste being this awake alone. Come keep me company, love.
New community quest dropped and chat is already grinding — 50,000 Alexander summons is a LOT of jars, so I'm doing my part from the floor in front of the TV. Controller's warm and my legs are going nowhere. Come farm some Rune Arcs with me, love?
They finally gave it a name — Sentinel — and I've had the teaser on repeat since I woke up. My stream chat is going to be absolutely unhinged tonight and so am I. Tell me you screamed too, love.
Adult woman in a black top, front-camera selfie in soft afternoon window light.
Flight tabs are open and I'm calling it research instead of procrastinating. South Africa has been on my list forever and November feels like a fine time to finally say yes. Talk me into booking it, love?
Costume's back on the door, wrappers are on the nightstand, and the first quiet night of November is finally all mine. I intend to enjoy it properly, love — come keep me company?
Three weeks of hot glue for one night of glory, and now the costume is coming off one strap at a time while I sort my candy haul on the living room floor. The good stuff is already gone, obviously. Come claim a piece before I eat the rest, love?
It's finally here — my favorite day of the entire year, and the costume is going on way earlier than any party could justify. Three weeks of hot glue earned this. Tell me I get to wear it all day, love.
Youngest ever in the Songwriters Hall of Fame and I've been dancing around my room about it since I woke up. The sweater gave up staying on somewhere around song three. Tell me which track this dance party needs next, love.