It’s like having your favourite soup from your favourite soup place. There’s this one spice in it you love, the thing that makes the soup extra special. The whole dish is always yummy, comforting, something that makes you genuinely happy.
But then one day, they suddenly take away that spice. The soup is still fine, it tastes okay, there’s nothing wrong with it... but that one thing that made it amazing is gone. After years of enjoying it that way, they just expect you to move on like that spice was never there.
You still love the soup, of course. It’s part of your routine, something you wouldn’t just give up on. But now, without that spice, it’s missing the spark that made it truly delicious. It’s still enjoyable, still makes you happy… but it doesn’t make you feel the same way it used to.
That’s what Inanimate Insanity feels like without Nickloon.
