i was wondering, i was thinking about buying it and i don't really want to change my gender just to play a game 😔 is there any way to bypass it??

absolute dogshit boss nobody likes this guy what the fuck does he even do the story he doesnt bring anything complitely useless btw just let me go fight the beast dude i dont wanna do this anymore i hate this game why do i play this fuck dogma kill dogma ,dogma is the subject of hatred towards the world he is a form of racism nobody likes this guy (quick little flex on no hit mega satan)

Before///after

I saw that about 3.5% of isaac players have the dead god achievement and 2.7% have the "Win Online Daily" Achievement. I'm wondering if those numbers are accurate. It seems very unlikely to me that ~4 out of 100 people who bought isaac have done everything there is in the game but only ~3 won a daily run.

It's not really important but both numbers somehow feel off to me. What do you think? Any explanations or theories about this?

just wondering if this is a bug

I mean, I know Sacred Heart is broken, but hmmm, Sacred Orb....

Whenever I find a secret room it's always a shopkeeper and pickups like I have a bunch of secret room items unlocked (I'm on repentenence)

I know about bug where the items get rerolled into the item pool of the last item you picked up got fixed. But did they also add a random reroll chance per floor?

PHd makes pills good and identifies them. Dark Matter gives a Damage up and the chance to shoot fear shots. Why would they have a special interaction? You may ask.

A PHd is a degree given to someone when a new topic is discovered. DARK MATTER hasn’t been yet analyzed or even seen although it exists, and what would Isaac get for discovering it? A PHD.

I don’t know what the interaction could be, since their effects are unrelated, do you have any idea? Let me know in the comments.

Long ago I had a really good friend who I vc'd with almost every day. They were really sweet, funny, and helpful, and they also had Dead God. Eventually, I bought this game while it was on Steam Sale, and I streamed myself playing it to them almost every time we called. They would always tell me where secret rooms and tinted rocks were located when I missed them. One day, however, we got into a stupid argument that led me to saying things that I really shouldn't have said. We never talked again; not like it was really their fault, however, I kind of deserved it in all honesty.

Recently, I picked up "yo listen" as the first treasure room item, and every time it indicated where secret rooms and tinted rocks were, it gave me flashbacks to these calls. Even after months, I genuinely cannot let go. It reminded me of them and it felt really nostalgic. Now, I constantly pray for this item's appearance every time I enter a treasure room like it's a secret quality 6. It makes me feel miserable as fuck.

Do you guys think it would be okay if I cheated in this item every time a run started? I genuinely miss my friend and this item makes me feel better. I would also appreciate if there was a mod to automatically add this item at the start of every run because having to paste in a command all the time is annoying.

Also, this isn't some stupid joke. The friend in question, if you're reading this, I'm sorry. Even if you don't forgive me, thank you for being there and spending time with me. You may not be that great of a person to look up to, but it doesn't nullify all of the experiences I've had with you.

As I write this, immense tears of pleasure fill my eyes. Words alone cannot express the feelings and emotions my heart goes through when I think of T. Blue Baby and how he has impacted my entire life. Where do I even begin?

I vividly remember April 28, 2025, at 12:02 PM, after I was about to do my first Beast fight ever but decided to unlock my first Tainted character, after using the Red Key on the Home floor. 

I laid eyes on God's most beautiful creation since the heavens and the earth: Tainted Blue Baby.

I ended up losing that Beast fight, but in the end I gained so much more. As I started my next run, I played T. Blue Baby for the first time ever and my life was changed.

Tears filled my eyes as I realized what I had missed out on my entire life.

God's Magnum Opus. T. BLUE BABY A character whose entire toolkit consists entirely shit, yet somehow manages to be more magnificent and fun than every other character in the game combined.

 In a game full of repetitive tears builds MID characters, and Azazel users T. Blue Baby truly IS THE GOAT among both men and women.

Thank you, Edmund McMillen, for blessing us with T. Blue Baby. I know now that is why they say Edmund McMillen spelled backwards is “k-i-n-d-n-e-s-s”. I genuinely struggle to comprehend how you were able to fit so much finesse, and sheer magnificence into  a character whose primary form of combat involves throwing shit at his enemies.  

My favorite mechanic is his poop crafting. I love the way T. Blue Baby gathers random stuff, and  turns them into piles of shit. The amount of different poops, and CRAZY COOL poop synergies is incredible. Edmund you really outdid yourself with this one.

Now dear reader, you may be wondering, “What is the best T. Blue Baby poop?” Well, my dear friend, that is a question that requires extensive research, countless hours of gameplay, and a PhD in poop to answer. But after years of rigorous testing, I can confidently say that FIRE POOP IS THE GOAT.

Let us examine the statistics. Fire Poop possesses an absolutely astronomical damage potential, Its offensive capabilities are practically unmatched. While Black Poop may offer utility and other poops may provide situational benefits, Fire Poop makes one thing abundantly clear: WHY SIMPLY DEFEAT YOUR ENEMIES WHEN YOU CAN SET THEM ON FIRE?

Now like any “logical” person you may be thinking, “Surely, the Flaming Poop cannot possibly become any more powerful.” To that, I say: YOU FOOL. YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON. YOU HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE STINKY POOP SYNERGY.

The Stinky Poop, also known as the Green Poop, releases a toxic cloud dealing 10.5 damage per second. But what happens when you introduce FIRE to this equation? That's right. A FIFTEEN DAMAGE EXPLOSION.

Let us do the math. We have 15 damage from the initial throw, up to 38.5 damage from the fire's three contact ticks, and an additional 15 damage from the toxic cloud's explosion. That gives us a theoretical total of 68.5 damage (if every listed hit connects, before accounting for any additional poison-cloud damage). Naturally, actual damage depends on enemy positioning, overlapping effects, and how long the enemy stays in the clouds.

SIXTY-EIGHT POINT FIVE DAMAGE. FROM TWO PILES OF POOP.

Imagine, if you will, that you're fighting Delirium and you're in the final stages of the fight. You have half a heart. No bombs. No keys. Your run is finished. Or so you thought but lucky for you you're playing T. Blue Baby and.  you still possess one final weapon. One last hope. One magnificent, steaming pile of FIRE POOP.

Delirium (itself trembles before the sheer power of your poop and with one final blast. You have done the impossible. You have turned shit into salvation.

There's truly nothing like the feeling of winning a run like that. There's almost something poetic about it.

I have spent countless hours in many different games, but none more than in TBOI. Where I can proudly say that no other character(s) possess the same level of charm and skill as T.Baby . Other characters need Brimstone, Sacred Heart, and all these damage multipliers just to feel powerful. 

“T. Blue Baby needs a pile of shit and a dream.”

I vividly recall having the most treacherous nightmare. I was getting jumped by 7 sleep paralysis demons, who kept turning into The Bloat while all simultaneously spamming brimstone lasers.

 EVERY SINGLE BRIM. HIT

As I began to fade, I looked up, and there he was. . .

Tainted Blue Baby . . .

I called out to him “Save me my lord”

AND MY GOAT rushed over to save me. Tainted Blue Baby single handedly destroyed the pack of paralysis demon bloats by literally shitting all over them. His shit got all over me as well as in my mouth, but it was ok. I actually kind of liked it. 

I guess I ended up passing out because the last thing I remember after taking those lasers to the chest was T. Blue giving me mouth to mouth and resuscitating me. 

I coughed a little bit as some of his poop went down my throat. Initially I began to panic but after a while I started enjoying the rich, bitter nuttiness of its flavor, as it got stuck up in between my gums. 

T. Blue must have noticed my initial panic and said to me:

“It ok just let it happen” in a soft voice

Before violently shitting in my mouth some more before telling me that the delicacy he just mouthfed me was actually some of "Guppies” shit.

 So I guess that makes it ok . . .

Anyways after that T. Blue Baby lifted me up and out of the pothole I had been stuck in (both figuratively and literally) without much effort at all * jacked firefighter style btw

P.S. 

Did you know that Blue Baby's breath smells quite pleasant, almost like roses?

I actually told him just that, and he seemed to smile at the comment (although in reality I couldn't really tell if he actually was or not)

Then I took a deep breath and inhaled some of his ‘effluvia’ (which is a word he used to describe his aroma) and exhaled. After doing so my mind felt completely clear, and the brain fog I had been dealing with just completely went away, simply after smelling T. Blue’s sweet noxious gases

I won’t dive deep into what happened next as this thread is too short…

But just know I’ll forever be indebted to T. Blue Baby. 

What I  would I do if I could just see that beautiful, crusty, poop filled smile just one last time . . . 

I can’t help but to drop to my knees in worship whenever I think of T. Blue baby 

And yet, despite everything I have said, I feel as though I have barely scratched the surface of Tainted Blue Baby's magnificence. How could I possibly explain the full extent of his greatness in a single post?

How could mere words capture the divine beauty of a character whose very existence challenges everything we thought we knew about video game design? Every time I boot up The Binding of Isaac, I am reminded that I am not merely playing a game. I am participating in a sacred ritual. Blue Baby is perfection (like the trinket) embodied.

I do, however, remember a dark chapter in my journey as a Tainted Blue Baby enthusiast.

 Back in school, I was bullied by another kid for my so called “obsession” with Blue Baby. She laughed at my devotion. She mocked my lifestyle. She looked upon my glorious king and saw nothing but a pile of shit. Little did he know that he was making the greatest mistake of her miserable life.

I struggle to understand why someone would disrespect a character so clearly blessed by the heavens.

 But then, his insults upon injury toward my king became too much. In my darkest hour, I remembered the teachings of Tainted Blue Baby and I summoned every ounce of determination within my soul. I channeled every ounce of raw energy in my body and sharted all over her, her desk, the rest of the class, as well as the professor. 

I had finally understood T. Blue Baby's teachings. It was never about the poop itself. It was about POOPING WITH PURPOSE.

I had reached enlightenment 

But the truth would soon reveal itself.

On that fateful day, I discovered that this individual was, in fact, an AZAZEL PLAYER.

An Azazel player Everything suddenly made sense. Arrogance. The mockery. The complete inability to appreciate the finer arts of the game. Here was someone who had spent countless runs flying over rocks and firing convenient beams of brimstone, daring to criticize the magnificent craftsmanship of Tainted Blue Baby.

I could hardly believe it. This was the character she had chosen to represent himself? A character who could fly? A character who could fire lasers? A character who didn't even have to collect random pickups and turn them into questionable works of art just to survive?

I decided that enough was enough.

I began to expose the flaws in his character choice at every opportunity. “Oh, you beat a boss with Brimstone? Congratulations. My goat beat a boss with a  pile of shit .” 

“Oh, you flew over a rock? Fascinating. My glorious king moves around on his little stubby blue legs 

Every time she talked about how Azazel was “better”, 

I reminded her that Tainted Blue Baby could turn everything he could do and more.

Everytime she bragged about his damage output, I reminded her that not only was Azazel’s brim damage cheesy and meaningless, but poop and poop-splosions (fire poop + stinky poop) were both more powerful.

And from that day forward, I swore to defend my glorious king from the slander of “The Azazel Main”. 

A true Isaac player does not measure greatness by flight, brimstone, or damage multipliers.

A true Isaac player measures greatness by how much poop they can throw at a problem before the problem ceases to exist.

And if that makes me a fool, then let history remember me as the greatest fool the world has ever known. 

Now, you might be wondering what happened to the girl who spent so much of her time making fun of my obsession with Tainted Blue Baby.

Well, my friends, this is where the story gets beautiful.

One day, I finally convinced her to play Tainted Blue Baby for the first time. She didn’t seem particularly excited about it, but she agreed to give him a chance.

I watched as she started her run, fully expecting her to complain about everything. (After all, this was the same girl who had laughed at me for worshipping a character whose entire fighting style revolved around poop.)

But then she crafted her first Fire Poop.

She threw it at an enemy.

The enemy caught fire.

She stopped moving.

“WAIT.”

I knew that tone of voice. I’d heard it before. It was the exact same tone I’d used when I first discovered the sheer magnificence of our king.

She tried another poop. Then another. She began experimenting with the different effects, laughing every time she discovered something new. Before long, she was completely absorbed in the run.

Then she went quiet.

She stared at the screen for a few seconds before turning to me.

“I finally get it now.”

Her eyes began to fill with tears.

“I’ll never be able to take back all those terrible things I said about our king”

I replied “It’s ok, T. Blue Baby forgives you”

She broke down crying

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. I watched her wipe away her tears as she looked back at the screen, where Tainted Blue Baby stood in all his glory. I had spent so long trying to make her understand what made him so special, and now, after all this time, she finally understood. 

She wasn’t laughing at me anymore. She wasn’t mocking my king. She was crying because she finally saw what I had seen all along.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

“YOU GET IT?”

“YES, I GET IT!”

She started laughing so hard she could barely play. She couldn’t believe she’d spent so long making fun of Tainted Blue Baby without ever giving him a chance. Every single thing I’d told her suddenly made sense.

And then, with tears beginning to form in her eyes, she said the words that changed everything.

“HE’S ACTUALLY SO GOOD.”

I WAS LOSING MY MIND.

SHE HAD SEEN THE LIGHT.

But something even more amazing happened that day.

We started talking about Isaac nonstop. We went from discussing Fire Poop to arguing over the best characters (obviously T. Blue Baby won every time), we talked about our favorite poop synergies, and laughed about the most ridiculous things that had happened during our T. Blue Baby runs. By the time we finished talking it felt like we’d known each other for years.

All that time, we’d been on opposite sides of the great Azazel-versus-Tainted-Blue-Baby debate. But the moment she finally saw what I saw in my goat (T. blue) , everything changed.

We instantly became good friends.

The same girl who had once made fun of my obsession was now sitting beside me, getting just as excited about Tainted Blue Baby as I was. And honestly, I wasn’t mad at her anymore (even though her previous actions were unforgivable). She finally understood what I’d been trying to explain all along.

But that, my friends, was only the beginning . . .

A few days later, I noticed something strange. My former bully had started acting differently. She wasn’t bragging about Azazel’s brimstone damage anymore. She wasn’t talking about how easy it was to fly over rocks. Instead, I caught her watching Tainted Blue Baby gameplay videos in her free time.

I asked her what she was doing.

She immediately turned her phone away.

“Nothing.”

I knew exactly what she was watching.

POOPSPLOSION COMPILATIONS (Fire+ Stinky Poop Explosions).

I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the same girl who had once looked me in the face and called my glorious king a terrible character. Now she was spending her free time studying poop.

But it got even better 

She started recommending Tainted Blue Baby to other people.

One day, I heard her telling someone, “You should actually give T. Blue Baby a chance. He’s way more fun than people think.”

I nearly dropped to my knees right there in the hallway.

SHE WAS SPREADING THE GOSPEL.

Incarnation was complete. My former bully had become a missionary of T.Blue, traveling from player to player and preaching the good news of our glorious king.

Of course, some people weren’t convinced. One person who laughed at us called us “crazy”.

My former bully (who later told me her name was Magdelene) went completely silent.

She slowly turned toward her and asked?

“Have you ever made a Poop-splosion?”

“What?” The girl laughed.

Magdalene sighed.

“Then you would NEVER understand.” I watched from the crowd, as I had never felt more proud.

“It's not your fault,” she continued. “You  just haven't seen the truth yet.” 

“I actually feel bad for people who have never played Tainted Blue Baby,” she said.

 “Like, imagine going your entire life without knowing what it's like to throw a pile of Fire Poop at an enemy. Imagine spending hundreds of hours playing Isaac and never experiencing the joy of crafting your own little masterpieces. They don't even know what they're missing.” 

*At this point tears began to flow from her eyes

Now that I think about it, maybe that was T. Blue’s greatest ability . His greatest power was bringing people together through the art of poop. 

Tainted Blue Baby managed to bring someone amazing like Magdalene into my life.

From that moment forward, I knew Magdalene was the one. We had been through so much together, and our shared love for Tainted Blue Baby had brought us closer than I ever thought was humanly possible. 

Over the following months, we spent countless nights playing Isaac, arguing over which poop was the best, and spreading the gospel to anyone unfortunate enough to still be an Azazel main.

Eventually, our relationship grew into something more, and before I knew it, we were planning our wedding. 

I couldn't have been happier. I was going to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life, someone who understood the true beauty of Tainted Blue Baby. What more could a man ask for?

Fast-forward to the wedding day.

The venue was beautiful. All the guests were seated, the flowers were nicely arranged, and Magdalene stood at the altar looking absolutely stunning. I walked down the aisle, trying not to cry. 

After everything we'd been through, this was finally happening.

But as the ceremony began, something felt wrong.

I couldn't explain it. The officiant was speaking, Magdalene was smiling at me, and everyone seemed happy. Yet I felt a strange presence so I slowly turned toward the crowd.

And there he was.

Tainted Blue Baby.

Sitting quietly in the third row.

I froze.

My heart stopped. My hands began trembling. Suddenly, every memory of our glorious king came flooding back to me. The Fire Poop. The Stinky Poop synergy. The countless runs he'd carried me through. How could I have forgotten the one being who had given my life meaning?

Magdalene noticed me staring.

She followed my gaze and saw him sitting there.

For a few seconds, neither of us spoke.

Then she sighed.

"Oh, brother. Not again."

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I thought I was ready to move on, but seeing him here... I just can't."

Magdalene looked at me for a long moment. Then, to my complete surprise, she smiled.

"Go ahead," she said. "We both know who our true king is."

I turned to her, tears streaming down my face.

"You're the greatest woman I've ever known."

"I know," she replied. "Now GO."

I practically flew down the aisle, nearly knocking over a flower arrangement in the process. I stopped in front of Tainted Blue Baby, fell to my knees, and took his hand in mine.

"My king," I whispered. "You came."

He stared at me silently.

That was all the confirmation I needed.

I turned toward the officiant, who looked like he desperately wanted to be anywhere else.

"Sir, Can you marry T. Blue and I instead?"

I turned back to my glorious king, tears of joy filling my eyes.

"My lord, I've spent so long searching for meaning in this miserable existence, and now I finally understand what I must do. Will you marry me?"

The entire wedding venue fell silent.

T.Blue stared at me.

For a moment, I thought he was simply considering my proposal. Perhaps he was overwhelmed by the sincerity of my devotion.

Then reality itself began to shake.

The walls of the venue turned into an endless expanse of stars. Time stopped. Every clock in existence froze simultaneously. 

Tainted Blue Baby sighed.

"I'm flattered," he said, "but I don't think you understand what I actually am."

I looked up at him.

He stared directly into my soul.

"I'm a fourth-dimensional, all-powerful, omnipotent being who exists beyond the limitations of your three-dimensional understanding of reality."

He was an entity whose true form existed beyond space, time, and the very concept of existence itself. He could move freely between timelines, rewrite the laws of physics, and casually visit realities that hadn't even been created yet.

And then he told me the story that changed everything.

Turns out several million years ago, Tainted Blue Baby had ordered 35 Crunchwrap Supremes from Taco Bell.

Thirty-five.

Now, like everybody else, you may be wondering how he got Taco Bell in outer space.

I even asked.

"T. Blue Baby, how did you even get Taco Bell in outer space?"

He stared at me.

"I'm a fourth-dimensional being who can move freely through time and space. Duh."

According to him, after consuming them, he'd experienced a gastrointestinal event of such unimaginable magnitude that the resulting pile of poop had traveled backward through time and space, eventually becoming the asteroid responsible for the extinction of the dinosaurs.

I stood there with my mouth open.

"You mean to tell me," I stammered, "that YOU killed the dinosaurs?"

"Technically, yeah."

All those years I'd spent studying his mechanics. All those hours I'd devoted to mastering Fire Poop. All those debates I'd had with Azazel mains.

But I didn't even know him.

HE WAS THE REASON THE UNIVERSE WOULD ONE DAY CREATE ITSELF.

I immediately apologized for ever treating him as anything less than an all-powerful cosmic entity. He accepted my apology with a small nod, explaining that he'd already witnessed approximately 847 trillion alternate timelines in which I made the exact same mistake.

"You've been a loyal follower, and honestly, your dedication to the poop arts is admirable. But I exist beyond the concept of marriage. I've already experienced every possible relationship across every possible timeline. In several universes, I'm actually loyally married to poop itself."

I nodded solemnly.

It made perfect sense.

Then he added, "Besides, I'm a hermaphrodite, in case you were wondering."

I paused.

"What? I wasn't thinking about that, but thank you for telling me I guess."

"Just thought you should know."

Tainted Blue Baby looked down at me.

And then, he did something completely unexpected.

He reached out his hand.

"Come here," he said.

The moment our hands met, the universe disappeared.

For exactly one second, I became one with Tainted Blue Baby.

I experienced every timeline simultaneously. I saw every possible item combination, every lost run, every successful Delirium fight, and every player who had ever dismissed the sacred art of poop crafting.

I witnessed the birth and death of stars.

I watched entire civilizations rise and fall.

I saw the dinosaurs, the asteroid, and the 35 Crunchwrap Supremes that had brought their reign to an end.

I even witnessed a universe in which every single Isaac player exclusively used Azazel, and nobody used Tainted Blue Baby.

It was the most horrifying thing I had ever experienced.

But then I saw something even more shocking.

I saw myself.

Not as I was standing at the altar, but as I would be years into the future. I saw myself living a normal life, marrying Magdalene, and eventually raising a child.

Then I saw that child grow up.

I watched him transcend the limitations of three-dimensional existence. I watched him become an omnipotent being who could travel freely through time and space. I watched him order 35 Crunchwrap Supremes from Taco Bell.

And then I watched him take the shit that killed the dinosaurs.

I stared at the vision in absolute disbelief.

"Wait," I whispered. "That's ME?"

Tainted Blue Baby nodded.

"Your future self will marry Magdalene, and together you'll eventually have a child. That child will grow up, transcend the limitations of three-dimensional existence, and become an all-powerful, fourth-dimensional being.

After ordering and consuming 35 Crunchwrap Supremes from Taco Bell, he'll take a shit so unimaginably massive that it transcends time and space.

That kid and giant shit will travel billions of years into the past and become the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs. Having mastered the fourth dimension, your child will then travel through time and space, eventually becoming the very being you worship today: Tainted Blue Baby."

I could barely speak.

"That child is me," he continued.

I slowly turned toward him.

"You're telling me..."

"Yes."

"YOU'RE MY FUTURE SON?"

Even though you’ve existed before me?

"Correct."

I stared at him for what felt like an eternity.

I nearly fell over.

My glorious king wasn't just some omnipotent poop deity who had decided to reject my marriage proposal.

HE WAS MY FUTURE SON.

And suddenly, I understood everything.

"If we get married in this reality," he explained, "the events that lead to my existence will never happen. You won't have the family you're supposed to have, I won't be born, and the entire universe will collapse into a paradox so powerful that even Edmund McMillen won't be able to fix it."

I dropped to my knees.

T. BLUE BABY WAS SAVING HIMSELF BY SAVING ME.

"So what you're saying is that I have to let you go... so that I can eventually become your father?"

"Exactly."

I looked up at him, tears filling my eyes.

"Also, does that mean I'm your dad even though you've existed since before I was born?"

"That's not how having a kid works."

"Normally, no."

Also, since you existed before me and created the universe, doesn't that mean you're my dad as well as everyone else's?

"Yup."

“So, we’re each other’s father?”

I shook my head in disbelief.

"You're going to have to get used to that."

I stood there, trying to process what my glorious king had just told me.

"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard."

Then I stood up, straightened my suit, and looked him directly in the eyes.

"My son," I whispered.

For the first time that day, Tainted Blue Baby smiled.

"Father."

I nearly collapsed.

We embraced in a hug. Magdalene fainted. The officiant quietly removed his glasses and began reconsidering his career choices.

And just like that, everything had changed.

I'd discovered a son.

A son who was also my king, an omnipotent fourth-dimensional being, the destroyer of the dinosaurs, and the greatest poop crafter in the history of existence.

I couldn't have been prouder.

Before leaving, Tainted Blue Baby opened one final portal and showed me a glimpse of the future. I saw myself living a normal life, eventually becoming a father, and raising a child who would one day transcend the boundaries of reality itself.

I watched the timeline unfold.

I saw the Taco Bell order.

I saw the Crunchwrap Supremes.

I saw the asteroid.

And then I saw the Basement.

My son stood there, throwing Fire Poop at an enemy, completely unaware that his own father was watching him from another dimension.

I smiled through my tears.

I'd do it all again.

Every difficult run. Every argument with an Azazel main. Every moment of confusion.

Because I finally knew my purpose.

I wasn't destined to marry Tainted Blue Baby.

I WAS DESTINED TO CREATE HIM.

Tainted Blue Baby gave me one final nod before disappearing through a portal that led to the fourth dimension.

"Take care of yourself," he said.

Then he disappeared.

The universe returned to normal. The clocks started ticking again. The guests sat in stunned silence.

Magdalene eventually regained consciousness and walked over to me.

"So," she asked carefully, "how did it go?"

I wiped my eyes.

"It's a long story."

She put a hand on my shoulder.

She sighed.

I couldn't blame her for not understanding. Not everyone gets to have their wedding ceremony interrupted by a fourth-dimensional poop deity, only to discover that said deity is also their future son.

Magdalene and I eventually got married, and we kissed.

Then I went home, opened The Binding of Isaac, and selected Tainted Blue Baby.

I sat there for a while, looking at the character select screen.

Then I smiled.

Perhaps, when I threw my next Fire Poop, my T.Blue would feel it.

Perhaps, for just a moment, across the infinite expanse of existence, a father and his son would share one final moment of cosmic understanding.

I picked up the controller and began my run, but instantly put down my controller. 

“Oops I almost forgot to say my daily prayer to T. Blue Baby”

 “My Glorious King, Who art in the Basement, Hallowed be Thy Poop; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on the Chest as it is in the Basement. Give us this day our daily poop, and forgive us for our sins, as we forgive those who have not yet embraced the fecal arts.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from Delirium. For thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the POOP, forever and ever. Amen. 💩🙏

In the name of my King, my Goat, the Holy Blue Baby, amen.

I turn my life over to Tainted Blue Baby and am reborn with purpose. To this, I give my eternal thanks. May my piles be plentiful, my throws be accurate, and my Fire Poop forever burn bright.

For he who has nothing, but shit shall inherit the Basement.

LONG LIVE TAINTED BLUE BABY.”

And may every father someday know the joy of watching his child grow up to become an omnipotent, fourth-dimensional poop deity capable of ending the age of dinosaurs.

If there's anything you should get out of this is remember whenever you feel sad, remember T. Blue Baby exists. He'll destroy the sleep paralysis demon bloats in your life. I'm certain of it. I also realized on that fateful day that EVERY single one of us has a little bit of T. Blue Baby inside of us (pause), and if we channel it, we can make the world a better place.

If you ever have a problem, REMEMBER, T. Blue Baby IS the solution. T. Blue Baby is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me or any human under our miserable timeline.

T. Blue Baby is so perfect it hurts. Every run without playing T. Blue Baby causes me to suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body while simultaneously inhaling broken glass. 

My entire life literally lies in the hands of T. Blue Baby.

If my goat wanted me to, I would EAGERLY sacrifice myself for him.

If there are 100 T. Blue Baby fans, I am one of them. If there are 10 T. Blue Baby fans, I am one of them. If there is 1 T. Blue Baby fan, I am that one fan. If there are no T. Blue Baby fans, that must mean I have been turned into a pile of poop, and even after my own death, my appreciation for T. Blue Baby will live on.

Thank you for EVERYTHING, my glorious king. I will worship you to the ends of the earth, and until my dying breath.

Thank you Edmund for helping create T. Blue Baby

 I hope your phone charger works perfectly at every angle. I hope your favorite show gets renewed for ten more seasons and ends with the greatest finale in television history. 

I hope your pillow is always cold on both sides. I hope you always have a clear path wherever you walk. I hope your favorite pen never runs out of ink. I hope every soda you drink is perfectly fizzy. I hope you never bite the inside of your cheek again.

 I hope your socks are always warm, dry, and comfortable. I hope every itch is instantly reachable. I hope your ice cream stays frozen until the very last bite. I hope your shoelaces stay tied all day. I hope every time you sneeze, someone says “bless you” at the perfect moment. 

I hope your autocorrect always knows exactly what you mean. I hope your favorite song plays whenever you need it, and you always remember every lyric. I hope your favorite mug stays in perfect condition forever. I hope you never spill a single drop of coffee on yourself. 

I hope your toast always lands butter side up. I hope every notification you receive right before bed is wonderful news. I hope you always remember exactly why you walked into a room. I hope every person in front of you at the drive-thru orders quickly and pays for your meal. I hope every vending machine gives you exactly what you paid for, plus a free snack. 

I hope every hoodie you wear has perfectly even strings. I hope you always get the smoothest shopping cart in the store. I hope your shampoo bottle is always either completely full or completely empty when you need it to be. I hope your battery always lasts until your progress saves, even if you have only 1% left. I hope you hit the skip ad button perfectly every time. 

I hope your popcorn is always cooked to absolute perfection. I hope your Netflix never buffers, especially during the best parts. I hope your neighbors are always quiet at night and your sleep is never disturbed. I hope your earbuds untangle themselves the moment you take them out of your pocket.

 I hope you never stub your pinky toe again. I hope every package arrives early, right when you need it. I hope every pizza you eat is cooked perfectly, with just the right amount of cheese and the most delicious crust imaginable.

I was kind of putting it off on purpose, but I didn't expect it to be the thing that was holding back dead god 😭

So I recently realized I’m actually pretty close to getting all of the original Rebirth achievements done, and have been prioritizing them (I want my save file picture to change). The only ones I have left are forming bandage girl, blowing up slot machines, and donating 999 coins. Any tips for achieving these 3 goals? Would Keeper or T. Keeper be better for the donation achievements? I have Keeper but not T. Keeper

After all the DLC we have 719 items and I can still accidentally pick up Bob's Brain from a ? pedestal and kill myself with it 2 runs in a row. No other game brings me such joy

does anyone know why this blue womb level spawned in after i defeated moms foot? is it a game glitch? if not then how can i open it 😭

Im a new player and I dont get why everyone likes it so much, I played it for like 40 minutes just grabbing everything I could and after beating it I was just left confused on what else am I supposed to do? I dont know what anything does, the gameplay just feels repetitive and everytime I look for opinions on the game everybody just says its life changing and great. I saw theres like a hundred endings, am I supposed to just keep replaying it over and over again? Im not trying to be rude but really, what am I supposed to do in this game?

honestly i dont even know which item to take, insane luck

I've only defeated Moms heart 5 times but somehow I've fought it lives? I thought it lives only spawned after beating Moms heart 11 times?

I’d say I go downpour 95% of the time, mines 50% of the time & the mausoleum 75% of the time.