You can’t handle the truth! Chad, we live in a society that has video games, and those video games have to be played by gamers with controllers and keyboards. Who’s gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Chad? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Veronica and you curse the Gamers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that furries deaths, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don’t want the truth, because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties, you want us on those games. You need us on those games. We use words like “society”, “game”, “rise up”. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent gaming. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very society that I live in, and then questions the manner in which I live in it! I would rather you just said “thank you”, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a controller or keyboard, and stand a game. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!