i think wood reviewer would like this game

this is in the depths of wood reviewer’s eyes

just realized that if everyone is made of wood, wouldn’t wood grain be the equivalent of internal flesh for a wood person? maybe that’s why there’s so much flesh in the game

How many times does this guy say “Construction” in a video not even related to that game

I was expecting the plot twist to be someone is named Wood Grain because their parents hated them, I've seen people name their children incredibly stupid names I wouldn't doubt someone out there is named Wood Grain.

"how will i know if theres someone at my house?"
humble pet dog: 15:10

Immediately clicked the video once i saw that "construction dude" eyes

Omg Collect Wood grain mentioned 🤯🤯 can I eat your eyeballs (also peak vid 🥹❤)

wood reviewer limbo

Try Siberian Coal Mining Simulator with a bunch of friends.
Some dedication is needed, as the lore is niche and it starts getting scary AFTER the hard work.

wood wood wood.... grain, grain grain

13:07 man i HATE it when this happens to me

Construction

avarage surreal game finder game be like:

bro i almost forgot about this game, needs more attention

the FLESH WALL.. the WALL OF FLESH..

Watching this video until I find bad wood grain

Wood reviewer would easily defeat this game

You should try turning the music down when mixing audio levels, it would make the video easier to hear.

“No man or god is free of destiny. Save for Terminus, who walks the boundaries.
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There is a curved hollow in your concentric ramblings. Paul, the lacuna where logos died and paced the frames. The art of seeing the faux memory, nor anything that was ever seeing. You see not, because you understand not. Because you are not. Paul,
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Though you have no right, Review Me.
No right to judge perfection through the eyes of an animal made of sinew and meat.
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Man has never shied from hubris.
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Look upon the terrible countenance of a timber god. Every fibre of your mammal brain telling you to run and hide. Because what you see, what you understand as seeing, is both great and terrible and the glory of it burns through the back of your scalp through the lens of what you call eyes.
Paul, the paths of glory lead but to the brave.
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The great poet Yeats says that man is a soul tied to a dying animal. You are that animal, Paul. You are a wood-reviewing animal, and I am a god. Worship me, Paul.
I am wood grain in its ultimate form. All the toils of the mouths of men who wrote in history cannot even fathom the beauty of the cellulose cathedrals of which I am composed. When your bones are picked clean and the clean bones are gone,
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Though they sink through the sea, they shall rise again.
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Though lovers be lost, love shall not. Under the windings of the sea unseen by the caring eyes like the reviews you write, time held me green and dying, though I sag in my chains like the sea, the way the sap river ran. The terrible silent and dark, under the bark, like the wild, dark lifeblood of destiny flowing in your veins.
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