strangers zeroworld
Yes we'd placed our snout upon your works and rubbed them black, but when those purges sent us scrounging edgeward too - maybe you can finally start to see that you censored more than we ever could. Though after that we stayed confined behind our mirror-eyes, we admired the clink of the collars and muzzles you placed around our puppet-bodies.
dialog unlocked
  • rapacious hissing.
  • the gurgle of ink and tar.