CrankyCupcake
overthinks everything
This game is eye candy. My eyes appreciate what I see every day.
My islanders. The way Claude's bunny ears sway when he nods. The way Raymond falls asleep in the middle of the summer day under the tree. The way Rolf smiles after taking a big bite out of his ice cream. The flora. The big floofy petals on the windflowers. The bugs. I run after the butterflies with something like joy. The weather. The thunderstorms don't happen often enough but that makes them special. The way the leaves rustle on the trees in the constant breeze. The rare gorgeous sunset with such deep and intense golden hues, it takes my breath away.
I could go on. But I should be getting back to my game now.
My islanders. The way Claude's bunny ears sway when he nods. The way Raymond falls asleep in the middle of the summer day under the tree. The way Rolf smiles after taking a big bite out of his ice cream. The flora. The big floofy petals on the windflowers. The bugs. I run after the butterflies with something like joy. The weather. The thunderstorms don't happen often enough but that makes them special. The way the leaves rustle on the trees in the constant breeze. The rare gorgeous sunset with such deep and intense golden hues, it takes my breath away.
I could go on. But I should be getting back to my game now.