Remember when games were supposed to be fun? Snowhorse remembers.Read More
Daisy. It’s the name I’ve given to my Snowhorse*.
You could say that the relationship between Daisy and I started on the wrong foot. It seems that my satorial sense is not in line with what she finds appropriate, so the bunny ears I’d chosen gave her fits, and the orange ribbon wasn’t to her liking. What’s worse, I’m not one for swedish fish - her favorite treat, and she showed no interest in my love for yodelling (or anything I have interest in, now that I think about it).Read More