Sara THE MURDERIEST UNICORN

@saraterror.bsky.social

Murdery unicorn. Horror writer & reader. Herder of feral cats. Disabled badass (pudendal neuralgia, severe light sensitivity). Survivor. ADHD chaos muppet. Queen of seahorse penises. Queer. Boob monster. Face biter. She/her

Today, I have been disabled for 16 years. My damaged pelvis is old enough to legally drive. My disability should be wearing a sparkly tiara while presiding over a unicorn themed birthday party. My disability should be receiving a beribboned car so it can gleefully run over my rapist.

Date: What do you do? Me: I'm a kleptozoologist Date: Isn't it cryptozoologist? Me, stuffing my pockets with lobsters from the tank: that's a common misconception

I hate that Expedition 33, a game explicitly about the power of art, a game that I adore, is tainted by the use of AI. I don't care how small the usage is; it's ruined. I'll be so wary about new games now. Thankfully there are so many old ones I haven't played yet.

Sometimes I have to delete and repost a skeet eighty million times before the meaty clods I call my thumbs become capable of writing something correctly. It's like farting in public against your will. Please pretend you didn't notice it.

I am starting to play Red Dead Redemption 2 because it's on steam deck and it has horses. I can't get my horse to stop stepping on a guy's head, so I just keep restarting the checkpoint while laughing hysterically. Also, WHY ARE THE DEER RUNNING AT ME?