I understand the difference between feedback, suggestions, criticism and demands. Most people attempt to disguise demands as feedback & criticism and order you to listen to it or make suggestive threats about how the game will fail or be bad if you don’t.
Don’t listen to disguised demands or forceful requests from people to “help” you out of the clear blue. That’s simply it. Do it how you want to do it and do it YOUR WAY. It’s your vision.
People will naturally attempt to say something against your decisions but at the end it holds no power if you stick with the plan. I’ve had people demanding that I implement an Omega Sans fight (like what the hell) or else it isn’t “right.” Now, given, most of these come from children and it’s expected. But I have had plenty of grown-ass adults demand to join the project with force or bug my other team members and when they weren’t accepted or given any sort of attention, they lashed out and made threats.
Just be wary of the differences between those 4 words.
Also I’m keeping this as my icon forever and you can’t stop me @underfellfangame.
“What’s going on in here!?” The officer shouted as he burst through the front door of the house. He was greeted with quite a sight: A figure slumped across one of the ancient sofas, gently caressing an object obscured in shadows. This lasted merely a second; the figure had violently ejected both itself and the lamp from the couch as the door flew open.
“AH! Wh-what?” Fellboi stammered, panicking. Dust was flying everywhere from the incoming breeze, blinding him and making it all the more difficult to find his discarded lower bits of clothing. He froze.
He destroyed them. Oops.
He had destroyed all of his outside clothing.
OOPS.
“Wh… What… What’s going ON IN HERE!?” The officer repeated, too stunned to speak properly.
“I-I was just-” Fellboi was at a loss for words. How do you explain yourself out of literally fucking a lamp? A lightbulb went off. This was his greatest cover-up yet.
He turned to the officer.
“I’m housekeeping.“
He said this with the confidence of a burly tattoo’d ox of a man that had been to prison many times in the past. He was, in actuality, a skeleton of small stature, wearing nothing but Hello Kitty boxers that sat a little too low on his waist. The officer stared him down with an unreadable expression, making Fellboi uncomfortable. He glanced back at his lamp.
The officer followed his gaze, staring curiously over the rim of his sunglasses at the mess that was the sofa. The lamp and the cover were dripping with… something. He froze as the realization set in.
"You… You…”
“Y-yes, housekeeping. I’ve been sent to uh… dust.” He kicked a nearby table, sending a dust cloud into the already-stagnant air. He coughed some more, doubling over against the tabletop. The officer smirked at him.
“Well, boy. I don’t know who hired you to dust this place, but it’s off-limits for a reason.” He approached menacingly, Fellboi still leaning weakly against the table.
“Oh, huh? There wasn’t a sign anywhere…” Fellboi mumbled decisively. The officer pointed at the door he had kicked in. Displayed directly in the brilliant sunlight was a neon yellow warning sign reading “DANGER – DO NOT ENTER – OFF LIMITS”
Fellboi fidgeted nervously.
The officer suddenly grabbed his shoulder, causing Fellboi to curse quietly to himself.
“Hey, what! What are you doing?”
“You’re tresspassing, boy” The officer stated plainly.
“Am… am I being detained?”
“Oh no, boy” The officer murmured, grinning evilly. “I have much more in store for you…”
“Wh-what-” A hand suddenly clapped over his mouth, preventing speech.
Fellboi felt a fear he had never felt before surging through him.
The officer reached into his fanny pack with his free hand, brandishing what could only be described as the biggest twin rods of silicone Fellboi had ever seen.
“You ready, boy?”
Fellboi shrieked under the grip of the officer as he abruptly shoved the twin-rod dragon dildo up his glory hole. The pain was unbearable.
“No-stop!” he squealed.
“Nah, I think I’ll shove more in there… That was only a third, after all!” The officer shoved the cock further up into Fellboi’s tight, unadjusted buttocks.
“Ah- no!” Fellboi tried to pull away. “I-I can’t take it! I’ll do what ever you want! Just stop! What do you want from me!?”
“… About tree fiddy.”
It was at that time Fellboi realized that the creature ramming his ass was not an officer, but in fact an 8 storie tall crustacean from the paleozoic era.
“That god damned loch ness monster had tricked me again.”
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