Come see in the violence inherent in the system!
Playing competitive videogames can be equated to driving a
car in the sense that road rage begets creativity. In a recent Soul Caliber IV game with Kat, I learned
something very interesting; That when presented with a no-win situation, my
current vocabulary is nowhere near up to the par required to express my
frustration.
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| Because fuck Yoda, that's why. |
“I’m going to sword-fuck your nether balls you
transubstantial gobble-cock,” while fighting (or sometimes using)
Nightmare. Or even, “Die. Just fucking die you wrinkly green
space turd. I’m going to fist-rape
your Yoda hole so hard, Frank Oz is going to cry.”
I know I’m not alone.
But I think it may be genetic, because according to dad, my grandfather
came up with “Your mother’s tits swing,” circa 1970. He would have been a fantastic gamer.
Anywho, to celebrate 60,000 words, here’s a defining moment
of Trader’s cohabitation with Lily.
<it's in revision>
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