I burned my workshop down

I'm German, don't blame me

The succubus is sitting with her feelings

I met a Grim fate

I had just cleared my inventory

Vicious funguys with glasses

That just happened

The navigator is unamused

Hrím asks the important questions

Ahh ok

Do you trust green shrooms?

We picked the wrong mushrooms

All my dreams come true

Eat, NOT YEET the yellow fruit

It was all doonhill from here

A gelatinous self-fullfilling prophecy