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Welcome to my profile page, where I share my gaming experiences and chat with my steam pals ♥
Do not disrespect any of my friends, nor me. Be polite and kind. I'm not into demons or lust. Though my profile is mostly older-kid-safe, there's still a chance I shared something that is perhaps not quite kid-friendly.

I'm a very soft-hearted, sentimental, sensitive soul. I cry over animation movies. I laugh when I probably shouldn't. I am a bit modest, yet I do have some rough edges. I'm a woman, yet I'm a tomboy. (Likes to play with boy's toys like go-carts, games usually liked by males, and some of their clothes are very comfortable) ♥

If you are respectful, there should be no problems. Mistakes do happen, so if you feel I may have made a mistake, please contact me so I can share my side before you make a decision. I've made a lot of mistakes so please forgive me when I do. I do not mean to hurt anyone. I try to respect all choices, even those that aren't like my own, so please be respectful of my choices as well.

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Helpful Information
Helpful Links
Helpful or Fun Programs
Available Game Titles for my Steam Friends

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Helpful Links

* Some Steam info for currently free to play games:
https://steamdb.info/upcoming/free/
* Steam Sales
https://steamdb.info/sales/
* Steam Upcoming Events
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/news/collection/featured/
* Is Steam Down?
https://steamstat.us/
* Steam Reputations for individual steamers (look someone up)
https://steamrep.com/
* Speed Test by Ookla
https://www.speedtest.net/
* Humble Bundle Deals
https://www.humblebundle.com/


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* I love this one. It's block coding for kiddos and older folks who have a little bit of trouble grasping it at first, or just want to learn. Even adults (me) like to use it. It's helpful to see the context of the blocks in coding language as well. Helpful in teaching what does what, order and language of coding. :D
https://www.tynker.com/
https://www.tynker.com/blog/free-tynker-at-home-offer-for-students-learning-to-code-at-school/

* 3D Fun (For free) ~ It also has classes at this site. It's a pretty cool little 3D object creator
https://www.tinkercad.com/

* FANTASTIC Wallpapers (phone, iPad, Desktop. Check their sizes on the image's page to see if it's available in your desired size, or edit it to make it fit)
https://wallpapersafari.com/space-4k-wallpaper/



* XTS Twitch https://www.twitch.tv/0xts0
I don't chat much because I typically focus on the game but I did sign up in case any of my friends wanted to watch me play ♥ (Note: I rarely, if ever, Twitch, but here it is)

* My Youtube Channel: (small clips mostly, just some shares, nothing spectacular. I make them for fun and to share experiences (and document bugs))
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3A3Wi8dPcuqsnw9q7T_7CA

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Major Price Gouging - TOTALLY INSANE~! Worse than EA Games with Sims 4
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/search/?publisher=Hede

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********** ♥ Free Game Keys For My Friends ♥ **********

♥ For You! From Me! Free Games for which I have Keys! ♥

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♥ Message me if you want one of them! ♥

(I included a link to the store for your convenience)

*Scroll down this list to see more*



Crying Suns
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/873940/Crying_Suns/

Popup Dungeon (not seeing updates? May still be fun?)
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/349730/Popup_Dungeon/

Wandersong
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/530320/Wandersong/

Wargroove
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/607050/Wargroove/

Tooth and Tail
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/286000/Tooth_and_Tail/

Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/520720/Dear_Esther_Landmark_Edition/

Driftland: The Magic Revival
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/718650/Driftland_The_Magic_Revival/

Toejam & Earl: Back in the Groove
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/516110/ToeJam__Earl_Back_in_the_Groove/

Fury Unleashed
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/465200/Fury_Unleashed/

Out of Reach: Treasure Royale
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/867400/Out_of_Reach_Treasure_Royale/

Say No! More
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/1191900/Say_No_More/

Hexologic
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/785890/Hexologic/

Post Void
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/1285670/Post_Void/

Moon Hunters
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/320040/Moon_Hunters/

The Amazing American Circus
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/1433860/The_Amazing_American_Circus/

Roarr! Jurassic Edition
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/834450/Roarr_The_Adventures_of_Rampage_Rex/

Corridor Z
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/636070/Corridor_Z/

Draw Slasher
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/418270/Draw_Slasher/

Shing!
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/1103730/Shing/




The USB Stick Found in the Grass
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/1379550/The_USB_Stick_Found_in_the_Grass/

(Notes about this game:Ready VHD file is part of the game data and is not mounted as long as the game is not started. If it makes you feel safer you can always try to download the game and mount the VHD file under Linux (VHD format adds its data at the end of the file, so they don't interfere with the mount command). Then just watch the video that is also part of the downloaded data and you are ready to go. The VHD file is slightly modified when changing language, but the downloaded version is ready to play in English.

You can also try to install additional Windows instance in Virtual Box, to isolate the game/VHD file from your main system.)




Nex Machina
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/404540/Nex_Machina/

Orbital Racer
https://steamproxy.net/steamstore/app/723100/Orbital_Racer/

I've been playing in AI Dungeon again. Here's the story so far:

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You are Eva, a female passenger aboard a steam locomotive traveling from New York to Chicago. As an everyday commuter, you're hoping for an uneventful journey to your destination. Your ticket grants you access to the Observation Car, the last carriage on the train.

The rhythmic clacking of the rails and the distant chug of the steam engine create a soothing backdrop as you settle into your premium seat near the rear balcony. Through the large windows, you can see the countryside rolling past. The Observation Car is sparsely occupied, with only a handful of other passengers scattered throughout its length.

A conductor in a crisp uniform approaches your section of the car, checking tickets and making small talk with the passengers. He introduces himself as Walter Hayes, a gruff but friendly man with years of experience on the rails. He pauses at the end of your row, ticket punch in hand, ready to verify your fare.


You say "Reach into your ladies bag and retrieve your VIP first class ticket for Mr. Hayes, saying "Hi. How are you? Here is my ticket, kind sir."
You carefully unbuckle the clasp of your satchel and extract your first-class ticket, holding it up with a polite smile. "Hi. How are you? Here is my ticket, kind sir." You keep your tone light and respectful, knowing that conductors wield considerable authority on the train.

Mr. Hayes takes the ticket with practiced ease, his gloved fingers handling it with precision. He gives it a brief but thorough examination, turning it over to check for forgeries before nodding approvingly. "Ah, Miss... Eva. You have the right of way." He punctures the ticket neatly with his punch and hands it back with a curt but not unfriendly nod.


You smile at Mr. Hayes, then turn your gaze to the scene through the window next to me, leaning back in the seat to get more comfortable.
The landscape outside is a patchwork of farmland and dense forest, the trees already beginning to shift their colors in the waning autumn. The golden light of late afternoon stretches across the fields, highlighting the lazy curls of smoke rising from distant chimneys. A small creek cuts through the land, its water glinting like scattered silver coins in the sun's rays.

The train sways gently, the movement settling into a familiar rhythm as it continues its westward journey. Through the window beside you, a family of deer emerges from the treeline, startled by the approaching steam locomotive. The graceful creatures pause, their ears twitching before they bolt across the open field, hooves kicking up small clouds of dust.


You grab your journal and pencil set from your ladies bag and quickly draw the nature scene you had just witnessed.
Your fingers move with practiced ease as you extract the small journal and pencil set from your satchel. The leather-bound book opens naturally to a blank page, the paper slightly yellowed from previous sketches. You quickly capture the deer family in the distance, their antlers stark against the golden light, hooves blurred as they run. The pencil moves swiftly across the paper, capturing the scene with an artist's eye.

The movement of the train provides a gentle vibration beneath your fingers, almost as if the paper is breathing. Around you, the other passengers pay little attention to your sketching—except for an elderly woman across the aisle who catches your eye and gives an approving nod, her wrinkled hands clutching a thick book of poetry.


You say "Hello. My name is Eva. How are you this fine evening?"
The elderly woman's lined face softens into a smile as she sets down her book of poetry. Her voice is warm with age, carrying a trace of refined Bostonian speech. "How lovely to meet you, Eva. I'm Helen Hawthorne. I must say, your work is delightful." She gestures to your sketchbook, which you're holding open to show your quick rendering of the deer.

She adjusts her spectacles, studying your drawing with the careful attention of someone who appreciates art. "I travel often, but I've never had the patience for sketching. My husband always insisted that my hands were meant for the piano, not the easel."


You respond kindly, "I am sure that your husband means well. My husband has a similar sense of humor." Smiling, while glancing at the poetry book, then glancing towards Mr. Hawthorne. "What are you reading? Poetry? I wish I could write poetry."
Helen chuckles warmly, adjusting her shawl as the train sways. "Oh, poetry is my quiet companion on long journeys. This one's called 'Love's Philosophy' by Percy Bysshe Shelley." She flips the book open to show you the page, her long fingers tracing the words with a quiet reverence.

"The rhythm of the train helps me remember the verses," she continues, smiling. "And as for your husband's humor, I suspect we have similar experiences. Mine would claim I was born with a pianoforte in my arms and that all my fingers should be permanently curled around the keys." Her twinkling eyes suggest she takes no offense to the comparison.


You laugh whole-heartedly and thank Mrs. Hawthorne. Ask if you can look at her book for a moment.
Helen smiles at your laughter, clearly pleased to have sparked such a genuine reaction. She holds the book gently by the edge, offering it across the aisle with both hands. "Of course, my dear. I always enjoy sharing the pleasure of verse with someone who appreciates it." Her fingers linger as you take the book, as if reluctant to part with it even briefly.

The leather-bound volume is soft with age, the edges worn from handling. You open it carefully, inhaling the musty, ink-heavy scent of old paper. The pages contain not only Shelley's poetry, but marginalia in a careful, feminine hand—Helen's notes and markings from years of rereading.
Look at some of the words written in the poetry book.Look at some of the words written in the poetry book.


You hand the book back to Mrs. Hawthorne and quickly take note in your journal, the title and author of the poetry book, in hopes that you do not forget to get a copy of the book for yourself. Offer Mrs. Hawthorne to see your sketches.
You return the book with the same careful consideration Helen showed you. She places it back in her lap, patting the cover with a gentle familiarity. "That's very kind of you, Eva. Percy Shelley remains one of my favorite Romantics." Her face softens as she notices your enthusiasm.

She shifts in her seat, angling toward you. "You must show me your work. I'd love to see how you capture these landscapes." She gestures to your journal where you'd just made a quick note about the book. Her expression shows genuine interest—somewhere between maternal pride and a fellow artist's curiosity.


You gently hand your sketches to Mrs. Hawthorne, excited that someone is interested in your artwork. you have spent many years drawing what you saw, filling the journal with all of your adventures. you're hoping she will like them.
Helen takes the journal with an expression of quiet delight, turning the pages with a careful touch. Her face shifts as she examines each sketch—the deer by the creek, the rolling hills outside the window, a quick portrait of a sleeping passenger earlier in your journey. She pauses over a particularly detailed sketch of a street scene from earlier in your trip, where people bustled about outside a New York station.

"Oh, this is quite wonderful," she says softly, her gloved finger tracing the line of a streetlamp. "You have a real eye for movement and emotion. I can almost hear the city in these pages." She turns another page, nodding appreciatively at the landscapes. You sit forward in your seat, watching Mrs. Hawthorne's face as she studies your work. Her approval means more than she might realize—your husband has always encouraged your art, but there's something special about having an independent admirer,