You and I both know you're not sleeping well in this economy, so have a gander at Sheeps, a roguelite about counting sheep pouring out of a strange portal
What happened
I've never really been able to do that whole counting sheep thing to get to sleep. Just doesn't work for me. Instead, my brain prefers to latch onto something embarrassing I said when I was 14 and then imagine what the people who heard that must think of me, conveniently forgetting that 15 years have passed since then and only I would ever remember such an inane moment of a life. Segue! Here's a going about counting…
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