Yeah you really can’t seem to gather the difference between shooting dudes in military gear and squishy, colorful, harmless creatures. The fact you can’t connect those two things with the last remaining brain cell you have left is enough for me to not want to continue this back and forth. Zelda doesn’t have a Meat Cleaver you can take to your companions. Mario doesn’t let you enslave the fucking Goombas.
You are beyond dense and I’m happy for you that you can cognitively disassociate from casually murdering what is essentially cats and dogs. Companions. If you’re the kind of freak that gets off on killing their pets, do you, but I don’t remember the part in Ark or really any game that gives you benefits for killing your buddies.
Maybe Nintendo will free you from the slop, little pig.
Just think it’s kinda fucked up to want to kill Pokemon after growing up with them. Think it’s kinda fucked up to go “Man I wish I could shoot a Bellsprout in the face.” No pearl clutching, just really don’t get it whatsoever.
Yeah you really can’t seem to gather the difference between shooting dudes in military gear and squishy, colorful, harmless creatures. The fact you can’t connect those two things with the last remaining brain cell you have left is enough for me to not want to continue this back and forth. Zelda doesn’t have a Meat Cleaver you can take to your companions. Mario doesn’t let you enslave the fucking Goombas.
You are beyond dense and I’m happy for you that you can cognitively disassociate from casually murdering what is essentially cats and dogs. Companions. If you’re the kind of freak that gets off on killing their pets, do you, but I don’t remember the part in Ark or really any game that gives you benefits for killing your buddies.
Maybe Nintendo will free you from the slop, little pig.
So you’re vegan but for a video game, basically.
Just think it’s kinda fucked up to want to kill Pokemon after growing up with them. Think it’s kinda fucked up to go “Man I wish I could shoot a Bellsprout in the face.” No pearl clutching, just really don’t get it whatsoever.