the shield, sword, and crown

Luckily for me, the Galar region in Pokémon Sword & Shield (Generation 8) was the first time that not all Pokémon from that point backwards was able to be obtained. Though many players hated that idea, I saw it as a blessing in disguise. Trying to find 1000+ Pokémon was hard enough, and trying to catch them all? Not even the immortal Ash Ketchum has the patience.

my silly little farm

Although I lost my local save file, I still remember how hard I worked to get to what was considered completion on Stardew Valley. I was on year four when I completed collecting everything for the museum. Money was no longer an issue; Skull Cavern was a fever dream that I didn't want to touch with a 50ft pole. I upgraded everything I could and never forgot my farming roots even through all of the power bestowed upon me.

the world begins with you

Released in North America on April 22, 2008 by Square Enix and Jupiter, The World Ends With You was an angsty teenager's Nintendo DS dream game. It was eventually remastered twice: first in 2012 as Solo Remix for mobile phones, then second in 2018 as Final Remix with a few narrative additions.

it’s been 1826 days

Hollow Knight by Team Cherry is a Metroidvania type game where the player explores the deep underground, meeting other characters who are trying to survive a harsh and lonely world and uncovering the history of Hollow Nest. Though the player is voiceless, literally a little knight, the personality in all of the other characters make the game extremely easy to connect with. The world, the music, the deep lore that must be pieced together through gameplay alone— I still remember the strong impact that it had on me when I played for the first time.

an open letter to the person who most wanted my death

I wouldn't say I've had a difficult life. In all honestly, it's been quiet, calm, nice. I've never been inflicted with painful hunger that wasn't caused by myself. I've never been forced to work endless and sleepless hours for little more than pennies due to anyone other than my own hubris. I've seen what may have laid in front of my path had I been born into a less privileged life, and I'm reminded of it by just looking down the street from where I park my car. I'm reminded of it when I'm told of my own luck, what's been given to me, that nothing was earned without the help of others. But that never quelled the deep sadness that I felt below my skin, the hollowness between bones, the muffled sound that felt too far away and hard to understand. I felt fleeting and small, like nothing I had belonged to me, yet everything expected something in return for simply existing in its space. What could I give it to secure its silence, what else other than my borrowed life?

Who would I be without Pokémon?

During a dinner with my brother, I was asked what Pokémon team I would have if I were a trainer, leading to an introspective character study. My hypothetical team included favorites from my life, each with their own histories and roles. Notably, the chosen Pokémon reflect my interests, personality traits, and affection for the Pokémon franchise.

cluttering life, throw a steak knife

Honestly, I can make a lot of excuses for why I have so much stuff. Listing off a few off the top of my head are: my controlling mother brings things in and takes things out on a whim, I get miscellaneous gifts from friends and family that I don't always want or need, I'm sentimental, I never know when I need it— I got a lot of stuff ok? But, willing or not, it's still mine. That means, most of it is my responsibility if I want to keep my room managed.