Valentine's Day

It’s here; we’re here. Love is in the air along with other atmospheric contaminants like hate, jealously, loneliness, loathing, despair, carnal need, and the fragrance of rootless flowers that we will not permit to die for at least another day and a half. It is a day where mercantilism reminds us we’re not good enough. Well, you know what? I’m going to triple down on that and drag you across the coals of personal failure.

You didn’t get him/her/them Realms’ Anchor.

Monster.

I mean, chocolates, flowers, and a super romantic dinner date at a fancy or at least recently inspected restaurant probably sounded like a good idea in your head. But that was before you remembered that reality is populated by more than just you and your ideal version of your prey/significant other. It’s a world of 5 special senses, constant motion, and social tidal forces that will sweep your and their idea of fun right out from under you. In the blink of an eye, gourmet chocolates become calorie bombs, flowers - allergies, and come to find out that restaurant doesn’t allow emotional support electric eels.

Wait, where’d the new aquatic come from?

Welcome to Valentines Day, my friend.

Realms’ Anchor doesn’t have calories. Any tears you cry will be low-histamine products of pure joy and/or horror as the narrative loads your emotional baggage into a howitzer and lands it on target. And forget about having to pass inspection. There are no inspections. Realms’ Anchor is 100% indie: developed, written, etited, proofed, and marketed by yours truly. It’s the perfect gift.

Still not convinced? Tell them it’s a love story*.

* Not a love story