She's gone now. All bones left. The bones are boiling in my soup.
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Anyway, so the point we're at is that I've spun a cocoon round Cultist Simulator and I've pumped enough liquefying enzymes into it that it's more goo than game at this point. This is progress.
Literature and physics. Philosophy and physiology. Music and agriculture... mathematics and design. Sure, they have nothing in common. But they also have everything in common.