I feel lost, confused, bewildered and perturbed. I am emotionally invested in this game. This game is my livelihood. It's been 20 days. I have not seen my family, friends, or civilisation in general since the dawn of this simulation. My love for furries grows while my sense of reality dims. I am CumMaster69. I've ground this game for countless hours- Unlocked every single achievement in this game. Life has no purpose. I have no purpose. What is the purpose of life? Until Furry Love 2 comes out, I shall halt my existence till my love returns. The pushback on Furry Love 2 reminds me of Cyberpunk 2077. While I want it to be released sooner rather than later, I am frightened that it won't live up to the hype of its first instalment. I urge the developers to take as much time as needed to polish, refine and enhance the predecessor to ensure maximum pleasure for us who crave intimacy and affection with furries.

I do not know who I am anymore. Who am I? Why do I exist? To those that are here with me, I leave you with this warning. If you play this game, you may not live to see another day.

Many regards,

Sheenz

P.S. I play for the plot I swear.


Edit:

I edit this review not to ask for help, nor to ask for forgiveness or empathy. This is merely an update, for those that care for me. I've been spiralling into the abyss of arduous lust for some time now. I have felt pain. I have felt love. But at what cost. The touch of a woman is unfamiliar to me. The breath of women pouncing on my skin while she talks to me no longer makes me erotic. Some might say I'm asexual. Some might say I'm demisexual. Maybe even sapiosexual. At the end of the day, I am no longer the same man that I was 20 years ago. My emotions have been played like the violin, and my sense of integrity has been destroyed like the battlefields of Berlin. My love for furries will grow exponentially, as my heart belongs to them. For those who feel sympathy, don't. I have chosen this path to fill the empty void I've been feeling all these many decades on this wretched planet that you call, home. Home, for me, is here, with what fills my heart with contentment, furries.

This may be the last time you hear from me, but I want you to know that I am not in pain. I am bliss. I feel fulfilled.

Much love,

Sir Sheenz the 3rd, Official Ambassador of Furries. PhD.

I feel lost, confused, bewildered and perturbed. I am emotionally invested in this game. This game is my livelihood. It's been 20 days. I have not seen my family, friends, or civilisation in general since the dawn of this simulation. My love for furries grows while my sense of reality dims. I am CumMaster69. I've ground this game for countless hours- Unlocked every single achievement in this game. Life has no purpose. I have no purpose. What is the purpose of life? Until Furry Love 2 comes out, I shall halt my existence till my love returns. The pushback on Furry Love 2 reminds me of Cyberpunk 2077. While I want it to be released sooner rather than later, I am frightened that it won't live up to the hype of its first instalment. I urge the developers to take as much time as needed to polish, refine and enhance the predecessor to ensure maximum pleasure for us who crave intimacy and affection with furries. I do not know who I am anymore. Who am I? Why do I exist? To those that are here with me, I leave you with this warning. If you play this game, you may not live to see another day. Many regards, Sheenz P.S. I play for the plot I swear. Edit: I edit this review not to ask for help, nor to ask for forgiveness or empathy. This is merely an update, for those that care for me. I've been spiralling into the abyss of arduous lust for some time now. I have felt pain. I have felt love. But at what cost. The touch of a woman is unfamiliar to me. The breath of women pouncing on my skin while she talks to me no longer makes me erotic. Some might say I'm asexual. Some might say I'm demisexual. Maybe even sapiosexual. At the end of the day, I am no longer the same man that I was 20 years ago. My emotions have been played like the violin, and my sense of integrity has been destroyed like the battlefields of Berlin. My love for furries will grow exponentially, as my heart belongs to them. For those who feel sympathy, don't. I have chosen this path to fill the empty void I've been feeling all these many decades on this wretched planet that you call, home. Home, for me, is here, with what fills my heart with contentment, furries. This may be the last time you hear from me, but I want you to know that I am not in pain. I am bliss. I feel fulfilled. Much love, Sir Sheenz the 3rd, Official Ambassador of Furries. PhD.