The Wages Of Sin

I have been very lax in my responsibilities of late, reprehensible, I know, but true. The tumult of my life has been soothed and I may now return to a schedule of posting.

I have been playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl a ton, I mean, a ton. Fellow gamers may understand how much gaming it takes to make me think it's a lot. I have slowly begun to realize the incremental poisoning of my mind. It finally became apparent about a week ago. I played through classic mode as Wolf. After the credits rolled a congratulations screen was displayed, nothing out of the ordinary there. On this particular screen the evil I was being subjected to was painfully obvious. Here we see the characters obviously engaged in a sexy game. "Oh no," Peach says in mock terror," It's the Big Bad Wolves! I hope they don't blow down my house and eat me." She's even dressed in her most alluring red dress and bunny ears. Could this be any more sexy? I think not.

Over the next few days I saw time and time again what this game really was. What was it?
Sexy. Terribly, terribly sexy.

In this game the perversion runs deep, it permeates your mind and turns you into an animal. "That's okay", the game tells you, "we're nice to animals". When the characters can't get their digital sex amicably they turn to force, a truly nauseating sight and one you see constantly. Everything a subversive could want is right here. Not even the children are spared.

Two of the characters are worse than the rest, some of whom appear to be innocent bystanders, Zero Suit Samus and Snake. Their voracious sexual appetites absolutely smut this game up.

If you play enough of this game you won't understand the damage it's doing to your psyche until your hard drive is full of anime porn and furries.

You've been warned..............