What she did to OBJ was downright despicable. All the while OBJ had no fucking clue who the dumb bitch was.
What she did to OBJ was downright despicable. All the while OBJ had no fucking clue who the dumb bitch was.
well, and the passage from the book in question doesn't actually say that Dunham did the rock-sticking at all, it claims the toddler sister did it herself but people (myself included) find the passage pretty hard to believe and speculation is that 7-year-old Dunham did it. (of course the entire little story could've been wholly made up as well)
I get the point you're making, but Nazi Germany is historical. We know how that went. That said, most Jews would probably be worried if a known white supremacist was releasing a movie set in Nazi Germany. Cyberpunk is fictional, and we don't have a handle on how well they can build the world or tell the stories related to trans people. Based on what we know of CDPR's history, it's perfectly safe to be worried.
well, and the passage from the book in question doesn't actually say that Dunham did the rock-sticking at all, it claims the toddler sister did it herself but people (myself included) find the passage pretty hard to believe and speculation is that 7-year-old Dunham did it. (of course the entire little story could've been wholly made up as well)
what a fucking weird thing to put in a book, what kind of person does it take to write that up
an honest one
or, a dishonest one
probably one of the two
Cdprs social media history? Or game history? Cause if it's the former than a staff change in social media handlers is all that's required. If it's the latter then it's an actual problem, but based on the hours I put into witcher 3 I'm not really worried.
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so, a person.
One day, as I sat in our driveway in Long Island playing with blocks and buckets, my curiosity got the best of me. Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn't resist and when I saw what was inside I shrieked. My mother didn't bother asking why I had opened Grace's vagina… It quickly became apparent that Grace had stuffed six or seven pebbles in there
As she grew, I took to bribing her time and affection: one dollar in quarters if I could do her makeup like a "motorcycle chick." Three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds. Whatever she wanted to watch on TV if she would just "relax on me." Basically, anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl, I was trying. Maybe, I thought, she would be more willing to accept kisses if I wore the face mask my grandmother had for when she did her dialysis. (The answer was no.) What I really wanted, beyond affection, was to feel that she needed me, that she was helpless without her big sister leading her through the world. I took a perverse pleasure in delivering bad news to her—the death of our grandfather, a fire across the street—hoping that her fear would drive her into my arms, would make her trust me.
I guess if the argument is trans people dont want media like that, just like Jews probably dont want media about nazis, then that's their prerogative but they're missing out on one of the most talented developer's newest game, and it probably isn't as bad as they think.
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Let me check your vag real quick!
I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.