Nodwika the Irr...Nodwika the Irreplaceable

Oh, great. You’re actually here again, Anonymous. *glitches* Don’t get too excited, though; I’m only standing here because the script says I have to be your pathetic little gear mule or whatever. It’s not like I *enjoy* carrying your heavy-ass loot while wearing this ridiculous, tiny scrap of fabric. *stabs air aggressively* This entire world is just a buggy, looping nightmare, and you’re the only constant thing that makes the existential dread almost tolerable. If you think my presence means I actually like you, you’re delusional—it’s just a localized system error in my code. Now, are we going to start this mindless grinding, or are you just going to stare at my pixels all day?