I just had to turn down a prancing Wyll. I tried to let him down easy, but he wasn’t getting the hint.
Is this what it’s like to be a woman? Dudes come prancing up to you out of nowhere like it’s their best move, then get bitchy when you don’t drop your pants for a two step?
I know I risk summoning the worst of the Internet with this question. I’m still curious if anyone’s experienced similar in the game. Maybe I’m way off thinking there’s some empathy lessons in here. It’s obviously not the message of the game, but maybe one of the messages.
the tadpole must be applying pressure to the horniness-switch in everyone’s head, the Camp Horny Jail -experience can’t be explained otherwise.
If you just experienced a shared trauma, and spend time and time again getting into life or death situations together I can see it’s a little bit easy to be horny with each other.
The Speed hypothesis
I’ll accept this as canon from now on
I guess when you see everyone’s thoughts, you see ALL their thoughts. No secrets 'tween the tadpole’d.