In honour of the confirmation of liquid water on mars, I present this speculative rendition of its possible implications for future human/martian interaction.
From the game's website:
Was he in your Tactical Zumba class, or was it Blood Pilates? Usually you wouldn't risk a shower right after class, they already talk enough shit about you, but the other day -- a cough then a smirk and then a knowing glance, that's all it ever takes until you start hoping against hope.
Don't fuck it up. Show up when he'll show up, right after class. Set multiple alarms on your phone, mark your calendar, clear your schedule. What is this terror? What is this ecstasy? What is it that fills you with this extraordinary excitement?... Boy, it's the promise of a workout.
⚠ "NSFW" CONTENT WARNING!!! ⚠ This game has intricately rendered naked men in it. However, all penises have been pixelated, to abide by Paypal et al's censorship policies. We apologize for the chilling effect of global technocapitalism on artistic expression.
