Unturned Private Server Session 2: Ragebuilding, and a Lost Line from Father John Misty

The server crashes. My infrastructure collapses. I forget the lyric about the sub-prime loan for a craftsman home.

I take the trazodone anyway and try to calm down with the sound of Byzantine lamentation echoing through my headphones.

Somewhere between auto-turrets and divine energies, I mumble “based” and consider that perhaps I am not ready for illumination.

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In blessed latency,
+Kevin