You know what? I slipped in the bathtub last week and suddenly thousands of moral decisions came upon me all at once.

"Where did I put my recorder from elementary school? Do I still love my mom? What would be the benefits of curling my neck out of this S shape? Is every one of my problems a matter of my own construction? Are pirates real?"

I stood up in the shower I left continuously unwashed and realized that the ecosystem around me had become a transformation of such thought, the mental labyrinth had physically manifested and contained an astounding amount of lore, depth, and somewhat eastern religious subjects I didn't really quite understand myself without the help of Max Derat. I wandered for hours aimlessly but it turned out sentient creatures that looked like Seamonkeys (Or Seamonkies?) had formed groups and fought according to differing ideals, which I was confused about but was forced to make a decision about and fight for, for I, the aimless traveler, was the only one to wield the Clorox Ultra Foamer to end it all if I wanted to.

Alright and now just imagine that scenario as this game.