With my two dogs, I inbred through nearly twenty generations. In the end, I was left with a yellow three legged cube shaped dog with sticks for legs. I thought she was cute, so I hatched her. I heard Chowder crying out in misery after a while and when I checked on her, I realised that her tiny noodle legs were too weak to hold up her body and she couldn't eat or play by herself and was dying a slow, painful death lying there on the ground. I moved her into a room with zero gravity so she could at least move around, but she still refused to eat or play. Every while I would need to find her and force feed her a lasagna. With every passing minute I felt more guilt at bringing such a terrible existence into this world. What quality of life are we talking here? Just a cube? Unable to move? A sentient block of cheese? And I was the one responsible. In life, I tried to make her as happy as possible and I was beside her in her final moments.

11/10 game that teaches you about love, life, death, and the ethical implications of dog breeding. RIP Chowder