Oh,
good afternoon! Firstly, allow me to offer my thanks for your
taking the time to read my little column! There's something I've
been needing to get off my chest.
You
see, I'm in a bit of a bother over the announcement that the British
Board of Film Classification has banned Manhunt 2. It's most vexing.
You
see, I am a psychopath.
By this I mean that I am a stone cold, balls-to-the-wall, violent
degenerate who obtains his enjoyment from watching and participating
in violence. Why, if only you could see what I'm doing right now
to the defenceless old lady whose home I broke into to pen this
little missive!
Yes,
I am a nasty, quite likely mentally-ill menace. And I like playing
games like Manhunt! Violent, depraved games – "murder-simulators"
if you will.
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Not in an ironic, way, I hasten to add!
I really do enjoy the sadistic, lingering death scenes and the
feeling that I'm really there, really doing these torturous, appalling
acts upon a fellow human being.
When
I heard that you could actually mimic throttling someone with
the cord on the Wii...well, I can't tell you how much I was looking
forward to it!
"Well
now!" I hear you cry, "If you're quite so jolly nasty
and Manhunt is the sort of game you like, isn't it just right
that filth like you should be stopped from playing it? We don't
want you getting any ideas, do we?"
Ah,
but my dear friend (and I do hope that someday soon we can meet
and become friends) there's one other thing about me that you
should also know.
Like
many other dangerous psychopaths, I'm also really quite lazy. |
I
would much rather sit and play a game involving killing than actually
go through all the hassle of assembling a murder kit by bidding
on various items through separate accounts on eBay, wandering
out in the cold and dark and actually taking the time and effort
to act out my sick desires for brutality.
I know, it's not quite
the same thing at all, doing it on a computer screen, but games
like Manhunt...they do get closer and closer to something that
does at least flick the same sorts of switches in my head.
Ah! Perhaps a comparison.
A girlfriend has always
been something that appeals to me from time to time. Perhaps to
you too. But to go out and get one of those, well, I appreciate
it's a lot of time and hassle, and then quite likely a bit of
a pain afterwards.
I find, as I'm sure
many of you "normals" do too, that a quick session on
the internet often |
provides
the necessary release to take the edge off things.
I know – pleasuring
oneself in front of a monitor is no real substitute for the love
of a good woman.
But quite often, it'll
do – am I not right?
Oh yes, and to the
argument that "some were born a psychopath, whilst other
have a path of psychopathy thrust upon them by violent videogames",
allow me to say one thing:
Between
a theoretical violent murder who exists only, as it were, in
potentia, and the very real nut-job fingering his knife at
the desk right now and wondering how to kill some time...
I promise you that
I am very much the one you want to worry about.
Good evening! |
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