you have an internal quota of hour-long, twin-size blankets that must be made each day, and your health starts suffering rapidly as you near the end of a day in which you have not met your quota. this consumes your life, ruining you financially as you must spend a large portion of your income on… yarn? whatever you use up to make crocheted things (im sorry i know very little about crocheting, some of my irl friends would be fuming at me for this). what little you manage to make back by selling the blankets quickly dries up as you flood the market. some days you must suffer through intense pain in the joints of your fingers, knowing that the possible outcome if you don’t would be much, much worse. all this also causes creative burnout, almost causing you to cease enjoying your hobby entirely.
at least everyone within a large radius of you gets to sleep warm :)
i’m impervious to poison