That. Fucking. Dog.
[Deployment left me with ish, of course]
I've been moving this skeleton around to spook my youngest daughter. She knows it's me but of course I insist I have no idea what's going on. It's like elf on the shelf, but slightly creepier.
I told her I threw it away on trash day to put an end to this nonsense. She was low key dosappointed, and legit surprised when it reappeared the next day. Of course I was shocked since "I THREW IT AWAY MYSELF!"
To make sure, once and for all, we distroyed and cracked it beyond repair before throwing it away today. There's no chance of the cursed object coming back now.
Except guess what four identical things are arriving in the mail today?
The humor in Stellaris is truly top-notch.