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21st Century Problems: Episode 2 (Louis Toliver Jr)


I was super excited to get a new video game console. The game came with a lifelike tommy gun and I knew since tommy guns were weapons from old gangster movies that I was promoting no new kind of violence. When I got ready to play the game I put on my headset to play live with people from all over the world. How cool is that? I finally had access to a multitude of strangers…possibly some to meet. I finally saw why children enjoyed gaming so much. I had my tommy gun ready to fake shoot the avatar fake people I met. The first person I battled with was a 12-year old kid, a seasoned veteran of the game. Being that it was my first time, the kid fake killed me over and over again. Each time he would yell, “Open those legs, Bitch!” or “Up your ass, faggot!” I was so shocked. I remember actually saying out loud, “I’m shocked!” After taking what seemed like hours of verbal abuse from FishEater2013, a 12-year old kid, I finally became frustrated and yelled, “Hey kid! Tell your daddy he needs an ass whooping for not knowing you have a mouth like that!” The kid laughed at me and said, “Oh yeah, from who?” I said, “From RightSaidFred1991. That’s who.” I mean seriously? I used to think Frogger on Atari was a headache. But, I’ve practiced so much that now I fake kill FishEater2013 every time and I’ve taught him less offensive phrases to say like “Mission Accomplished!” when he wins or “Awe…Game over!” when he loses. And it only took threatening to come over and kill his family when he was sleeping. I love gaming. It’s safe violence 

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