- age 11: worry about internet people finding me in real life
- now: worry about people in real life finding me on the internet
there are way too many social justice warriors. we need a social justice scout and a social justice healer and a social justice black mage. seriously this videogame has like 10 different classes you can play and everyone goes for the one that just uses generic melee weapons?
do you ever just get to that point in an argument where you’re just done and the other person thinks that means they’ve won?
like no, you didn’t win. you’re not ‘right’. all that means is that you have literally exhausted me to the point where I don’t care anymore and I have opted out of continuing this discussion.
welcome to internet political arguments
Sakurai sits alone in his meditation room. Dozens of broken boards and burst Sandbags lie in a circle around him. His fists are bloody. His phone rings.
"Mr. Sakurai? We’ve got him."
Sakurai’s eyes shoot open. His entire body glows a bright red. He is ready. He takes one deep breath, and floats, air crackling around him, into the fully-armed helicopter waiting outside.
He sets his gaze on his target.