I’ll take the middle third of the Winnebago, just carve it out and drop it on Nick Fuentes’ lawn, thanks.

I am now reading every goddamn one of these you write. If only the other screenshot posters would put forth your respect and effort, we could have an honest gaming journal going.

Nothing, his hands were fine, he was just horsin’ around.

I like the effort you put into these posts. Much better than just a simple screenshot. You’ve sold me on this game.

I don’t have to use your word, I can use whatever words I want. It’s why there are options.

You can use whatever words you want to, and you don’t have to use the words I provide.

You don’t have to use the words anyone provides, and no one has to use the words you provide.

This is how language develops, how styles and dialect and vocabulary develops.

And you can stay up and fill my inbox, I don’t care anymore, but I’m going to sleep. To bed. Conk out. Hitting the hay. Getting some rest. Zonk.

It is not.

To censor a language is to censor thought itself.

And if slurs and insults become censored and incapable of thought, what else is on the table, up for removal? Words about being queer, words about body rights, words about lived experiences, words that aren’t fucking corpo-washed.

I have made my point in an unerring straight goddamn line.

Languages should not shrink for any goddamn reason.

Now go to bed, it’s 5:37 in the morning.

Every single one of those words should exist. Even the slurs. That way, we know who’s trouble.

Motherfucker, I do not believe I made myself clear, so allow me to retort:

Languages should not ever shrink at all. Ever. Shrinking languages is some nazi-ass, 1984-ass fascist shit.

Let’s make things clear: you don’t need a euphemism.

I want more euphemisms. I want this language to have some goddamn options and I want the number of words in this language to never fucking decrease for any reason.

Bad take.

You’re erasing the existence of Sappho, who was so gay for girls that the island she came from—the place heretofore unknown for anything—is now known for just how goddamn queer she was, and everyone who experiences sapphic love (hey, another word that got coined off of one poet’s fantastically omnipresent woman lust).

Lesbians. Sapphic lesbians. From Lesbos. That Sappho started. Why?

Girls pretty.

She skewers you.

The only thing I still buy from Nintendo is hanafuda. They got some pretty good quality, playable stuff. I guess their shogi equipment isn’t bad either.

Video games though? Nope, not anymore.