Man... am I the only one who feels bad killing certain kinds of enemies? It's only gotten worse the older I get.
These guys squint, probably because they can't see very well... AND I RELATE SO HARD TO THAT. Also, when they die, the little spikes in their back become droopy and they just look so sad...
These little guys are just falling asleep next to a nice pot of soup. I'd rather be here with porxies to un-tamper them and make this a more pleasant forest than go around murdering them.
This dude is a mage. He's for sure a conscript. He probably doesn't even wanna be here. He probably was taken from his family by force, or his land got fkd up so bad by Garmalade that he has a better chance of providing for his family by taking this job. And we're just murdering him and the lot of soldiers that are probably in the same situation.
Spriggans are just adorable. They have that derpy face, and I just wanna hug one. They carry their rocks with care, and you can tell how much those rocks mean to the little guys. They're even carrying a little rock on their side in a little belt. I just don't like fighting them anymore, and I'll die for my little one over there, the tiny one on the right.
I'm probably missing some, but yeah. I think I've grown soft.
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These guys squint, probably because they can't see very well... AND I RELATE SO HARD TO THAT. Also, when they die, the little spikes in their back become droopy and they just look so sad...
These little guys are just falling asleep next to a nice pot of soup. I'd rather be here with porxies to un-tamper them and make this a more pleasant forest than go around murdering them.
This dude is a mage. He's for sure a conscript. He probably doesn't even wanna be here. He probably was taken from his family by force, or his land got fkd up so bad by Garmalade that he has a better chance of providing for his family by taking this job. And we're just murdering him and the lot of soldiers that are probably in the same situation.
Spriggans are just adorable. They have that derpy face, and I just wanna hug one. They carry their rocks with care, and you can tell how much those rocks mean to the little guys. They're even carrying a little rock on their side in a little belt. I just don't like fighting them anymore, and I'll die for my little one over there, the tiny one on the right.
I'm probably missing some, but yeah. I think I've grown soft.
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