If you're not careful and noclip out of reality in the wrong areas, you'll end up in the Flabrooms. Where it's nothing but the smell of grease, the sizzle of frying food on grills and approximately six hundred million square miles of randomly segmented empty rooms to be fattened in.
Gods save you if you hear something wandering around nearby, because it sure as hell has heard you…
Alexander Caffatos
2025-02-26 14:52:31 +0000 UTC
Art done by Socius because he loves me and is my bestest buddy