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Candle Healing For Love

Game Design : Step one, heal the players

*Note: I am not the author, merely a humble translator. Crab OG author : 喝一杯红酒 OG title : 游戏制作:从治愈玩家开始 Chen Xu travelled to a parallel world and was surprised to find that many classic and excellent games from his previous life were missing. I had a plan, but why did I get an 'emotion collection system', and the emotions such as happiness, sadness, excitement, fear, anger and other emotions provided by players who have played the games I made can make me stronger? But why is it so much easier to get anger than happiness? Looking at his score, Chen Xu expressed his confusion. As a result, Chen Xu's career as a game designer gradually took a turn for the worse. In Undertale, countless players pounded the table and screamed: I was cheated by this game! In Outlast, countless players screamed, my cabinet moved and I stopped playing. In Dark Souls, when countless players entered the game smiling, "Go away, please go away, leave the Firekeeper behind and go out with your flame, we don't want to link the fire! Soap, Alex and Ghost were sacrificed in Call of Duty; Zack and Aerith were killed in Final Fantasy 7; Arthur and John were betrayed in Red Dead Redemption; Countless players went berserk: "You bastards! Can't we be kinder to the protagonists? Q: How do you feel about the players' anger towards you? Facing the reporter's question, Chen Xu smiled slightly: This isn’t criticism, this is encouragement from players around the world to me, this is love! Thank you all, I will keep up the good work!
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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