when i was just a young boy, no older than 12 years old, i was happy. i was smart enough to get through school, i had friends a plenty, i had wealth to be outgoing. life was good.
but one day, as i was walking through the neighborhood, i ran into an odd looking man. he went by the game of dragonball z: budokai tenkaichi. he seemed a nice enough fellow, but after a few days he began... abusing me. each day reducing me to tears, and any attempt to fight back was met with a brutal beating as i tried to gain an understanding of the controls.
after a week, i brought it up with my other friends, and we decided to take decisive action. we marched to my house and beat the crap out of DBZ. we have him no mercy, and after a few hours, he was done. naught but a corpse on the floor of the living room.
needles to say, after that, i wanted nothing to do with him anymore, not even his corpse. so my friends helped me take the body to the nearest gamestop research lab, and donated it for medical research.