:porg:

[10th retro gm | paxton hayes]

A fictional heart bleeds behind the chest of the tiny :porg:

Friends are gone. Dead. Lost in the emoji abyss forever.

But :porg: can't quit now.

This place is large, and suddenly he finds a place to hide. Boxes. That looks fun.

A grin spreads from ear to ear as :porg: waddles around.

Climbing and climbing and playing with boxes. It's a wonderful day to celebrate, and a chance to forget the pain.

:porg: plays on the boxes