Why did they stop making Ratchet & Clank games? It was one of the good Playstation exclusive video game series. Ratchet was the last real Playstation mascot, it's hard for a realistic human to be a mascott, and Sony now only makes over the shoulder slow walking third person games with realistic humans.
I'm a normal person. I'm perfectly fine. I do not harm others. I do not desire to harm others. Any crimes I may or may not be guilty of involve only myself. I transgress only against myself.
But if these creatures existed in real life. If Rivet or any female lombax existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these creatures for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these lombaxes.
You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.
My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Rivet. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.
But if these creatures existed in real life. If Rivet or any female lombax existed in real fucking life. Every second, every minute, ever hour of every day would be dedicated solely and purely to devising and perfecting a plot to abduct and house these creatures for the sole intent of raping and breeding them until I die of exhaustion. I would not stop. I would be more successful as a person, even. Any job, anything that may wound my pride, or tire me, or stress me out- these petty things would be cast aside. I would suffer any labor just so that I might acquire the wealth and status and goods that would deliver me closer to achieving that singular goal. I would go so far as to physically modify myself. A strict diet and exercise routine. Anything that would strengthen and reinforce my cock and its ability to rape these lombaxes.
You don't understand. It would be all consuming. You don't get it. Imagine god existed and he gave you a list, a duty. Imagine he gave you just one directive. Difficult, but completely accomplishable. Imagine god told you that to get to heaven, to taste the sweetest fruits of salvation all you had to do was one thing. Would you not do everything in your power to accomplish it? Would it not give your life such a purpose? An arrow loosed from a bow? Bullet fired from a gun? A singular direction, the thrumming battery of the heart beating for this one goal.
My heaven- my salvation lies in the abduction and interminable rape of Rivet. Thank goodness she does not exist, then, for the monster that I would become. For the truth that I would make manifest.