I'm left wondering... What was it for? The anger. The bitterness. The violence. There's much hatred in Blorbworld, and no little Blorbino should see such depravity. I opted to help him when no-one else would. It's a cruel world to take such a journey alone. It wouldn't be fair. We visited the grassy plains and like Alexander the Great before us, trekked across the desert. To the caverns where we reprieved and onwards, optimistic, stubborn, long into the night across hills into the ice lands, so cold was it that the snowfall itself appeared frozen, suspended in midair. We arrived at a castle. Dangerously bereft of humanity. Blorbmanity. I failed you little Blorbino. We never found who sent that letter and I'm sorry. I sit here with you now, watching as you fall from the heavens, accompanied by Bach, of which musical score I'm unsure but it's beautiful. I'm sure you can move past it Blorbino. You can rest now, it's okay. I blorblieve in you.
Cool game btw I liked it.
