Indie horror games are either like “You’re on a submarine because you were sent to explore a mysterious pit in the ocean floor and you slowly realize you weren’t meant to resurface” or “Mr. Scrubkus is gonna get you!!!!! Don’t let him get you!!!!” And Mr. Scrubkus is the one everyone talks about
Also Mr. Scrubkus has an unreasonable amount of fanart porn.
Well, it is a bit hard to sexualize the merciless concepts of the creeping knowledge of betrayal and the expendability of workers in a capitalist society
That’s quitter talk, son.