make bad art for the love of the game now!

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Firewatch

2026-03-25

Ash flecks her faceplate as she picks her way down the crumbling incline. The gusts have died down, but the updraft of the inferno they incensed pushes her back. She's leaning down into it when a spear of iron crashes through the ceiling above and I lose sight of her amidst a geyser of sparks.

Papa finishes poking the logs into place and, satisfied, sits back down. I scan the new terrain for my explorer. There she is, swinging down from some kindling. Intently I watch as she picks her way through wooden caverns towards the heart of the blaze.

i loved envisioning little guys doing things as a kid. exploring the ever shifting landscape of a fireplace, or jumping between cars and running along barriers out the window on roadtrips, or building little civilizations along the river i just made with the hose. i should do that as an adult. i guess thats why i like ttrpgs. id love to try some raw playing pretend again though