I was really confused, and tried to figure out who was who, in the midst of this insane battlefield. What was at stake here? Why the senseless violence? I tried my best to help the fallen, seeing pastry marks and laser scorches darkening the twisted landscape for miles, the wounded writhing in terror, or amusement...
until I got hit in the face by what I can only assume was some of the most cute little girls anime has to offer...
and , through a moment of weakness, let loose, the 'cats' of war...
May god have mercy on my soul... for free, if it takes more than 30 minutes, of course.
My martial art/weapon would be, if I could find and capture them, to wield a rabid rape-apologist by the collar in one hand, while swinging a shrieking SJW by the ankles in the other! Now THAT'S privilege.
Unsurvivable attacks, really.
I can barely wield them, because I stubbed my baby toe. Once.
The weapons are like proton pack streams, though. NEVER cross them. Y'all know what I mean.
Zachary Amaranth said:
Which side represents social justice? As a social justice warrior, I must know!
Uhhh... Zachary, could I, ummm... could I... wield you?
It'll just be till I pass out from gassy food, I promise.