I spent this morning carefully tying fishing sinkers to my eyelashes. I'm starting light with one-eighth ounce weights, but hope to reach one ounce per lash Close Your comes out.
It's a charming-looking game retelling a whole life across a series of smash cut vignettes, and that sounds splendid and all, but what's got me training is its control method. On top of the usual inputs, Close Your uses a webcam to watch your eyes. When you blink, you'll reopen your eyes to find the game has jumped to the next scene. I intend to win the Close Your Speedrun World Championship. I shall develop the strongest, beefiest, bulgiest elevator palpebrae superioris muscles ever to blink.
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