How NOT to Treat a Landmine
The Clown:
"Or it goes BOOM!"
(Dies on the floor laughing.)
"HONK! HONK!"
Graffiti of the Reckoning
They call her a landmine. Jirai-kei. Dangerous, unstable, broken. Truth? She’s not an accessory to your ego, and she’s not your fixer-upper project.
How not to treat her:
Don’t treat her like a chew toy you gnaw on then toss.
Don’t roll in as the “savior” who’s going to fix her. That’s vanity, not care.
Don’t mistake visible cracks for permission. Armor isn’t an invite.
Every scar is a receipt: she survived.
Every mask is armor: respect it.
If your hands are still shaking, you don’t get to play surgeon.
Rule: If you can’t respect her as she is, leave her alone.
She’s not a landmine waiting for you—she’s a mirror. What you step on is usually your own mess.
PS: Yeah, the world even monetizes this. Pixel-porn proof exists.
If you must see what I mean, here’s your breadcrumb: bit.ly/INSERT-YOUR-SHORTLINK
(Use your own short link here; point it at that Steam page you showed me.)
Panda Verse: Blink, Breathe, Win
Blink at the noise.
Breathe through the urge to “fix.”
Win by respecting boundaries.
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