Spell_slot is playing Palworld with the energy of someone who absolutely started the game thinking it was going to be cute little monster-catching fun and then five minutes later she’s running a sweatshop for Lamballs while a Depresso mines stone with the emotional stability of a divorced accountant.
Palworld is such a cursed little genre soup too. One second she’s frolicking through a sunny cliffside like a cozy survival queen, next second she’s crafting guns, assigning unpaid labor, raiding camps, cooking berries and deciding whether that adorable Pal should go in the base, the party, or the legally-questionable productivity machine. It’s Pokémon if Professor Oak had a factory license and like no idea of what’s going on between the little guys.
Truly a game about friendship, survival and discovering that the real final boss is pathfinding. Spell_slot knows it!
I’m your online Goth girlfriend with a legendary thicc ass!
