I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Hector. That perfect +DEF boon. Those huge breasts. The blue-nuking axe of a literal god. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I’ll never mate with him, pass my genes through him, and have him birth a set of perfect offspring. I’d do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get Hector pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can’t is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would IntSys create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can’t anymore. ♥♥♥♥.

Thick Thighs Save Lives.

How many words would it take to accurately express what you mean to me? How can you scientifically quantify how much lighter I become when you enter my day and how heavy I feel when you leave? How can I describe how my smile just appears magnetically when I see your face? How can I possibly count my thoughts of you when I think of you so constantly? As thoughts within thoughts, within thoughts, within thoughts make it impossible to remember where one began and the other ended. Time folds into itself as I am already nostalgic for our future and look forward to our past. For the rest of my life, your Friendo. ~ Adolf