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The hallucinatory giraffe/calliope/ghost children were fun and charming. The paranoid delusions were miserable but make funny stories in hindsight. The flesh-melting PMS symptoms, the sensations of my limbs clipping into each other or floating at my side like Rayman, the time I kept hallucinating the taste of rotten meat in my mouth, those are at least clinically interesting. Boredom^10 at least gives me the unique experience of having felt an emotion that not very many people have felt. The Menacing Vaguely Male Figures are at least deserving of some grandeur, some pomp, some menace. Even the headsnake gave me a funny story.

But the hellbugs. Oh, the hellbugs. Miserable entities, didn’t even have the decency to be properly scary or funny in proportion to the amount of misery and physical damage they did to my actual body. Absolutely no redeeming qualities as artifacts of my biology whatsoever. F-.