Like, fuck 9/11. Because of that, the price of my hot pockets went up by 20 cents so my mom had to stop buying them for my LAN parties. I wasn’t able to sit there in my seat 24/7, scarfing down the greasy pepperoni hot pockets left and right, letting my ass sweat ferment and stain the seat cushion. For once, my acne almost cleared up because there wasn’t any greasy food available that I could let stick to my face for weeks on end while I nolifed the third level of Diablo for the thousandth time in a row. I actually had to leave my house and deal with the surface peasants. All I wanted to do was sit there and admire my katana collection and play some Mario Party 64, but instead we get this bullshit.

9/11 wasn’t an attack on America. It was an attack on Gamers.