Everything I look at looks like an Among Us character. I look at a trash can and the stupid little crewmate is looking back at me, taunting me. When I close my eyes to sleep I see the space beans mocking me. I look at a mailbox, there it is. I look at a paper clip, it’s right there. I can’t escape it. Save me from this pain. My eyes are cursed by the deepest, darkest magic of Creation and I can’t find a way to escape this endless suffering.