got to run around in death stranding a little bit.
i didn’t realize i needed to see norman reedus naked, wet, and handcuffed, but it definitely temporarily increased my quality of life.
it makes for a neat virtual workout simulator, with a lot of running around with heavy breathing and grunting noises. so i feel like i need to do some exercises now. or occupy myself with another physical activity. either way, my hands are busy.
I accidentally made a homage to Trevor Philips and his little story to Wade.
Because that random name popped up for the child, and I just had to take it.
Little boy Trisha is (unfortunately) British, (fortunately, kind of) loaded, and not psychotic (yet).
His father was a straight nb dude who gave up a royal title to become a rock star, sleep around, and jump on his band colleague’s dick from time to time only to be kicked out from the band for no reason one day, and proceed to take a hit on said colleague, who was coincidentally his best friend of many years, successfully, then unsuccessfully attempt to murder the baby mama gf only to end up in jail and surrender.
Anyway, little Trisha is better off without. Doesn’t beat being left in the supermarket, but it is what it is.
Oh, and now I noticed that the gf is a stripper. Of course.
Cecy was a colleague my dude had a long history of hook-ups with. But then the game suggested to name a kid after her. Alright!