Let Brackeys strike ye game Jacob_Lister22! HAAARK!
Hark Jacob_Lister22, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Brackeys rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young game with pungent slime, to play ye, engorging your mechanics til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can game no more -- only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye -- a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any game jam, to any player, forgotten to any game engine, forgotten even to the Itch.io, for any stuff for part of Jacob_Lister22, even any scantling of your game is Jacob no more, but is now itself the Brackeys!