startling discovery for the day: i'm the kind of guy who plays diablo 2 and actually pauses the game to think 'why am i killing these monsters? are they really monsters, or are they just different from me, and being hunted and killed because the game rules tell me that's the way it works? am i really so easily manipulated so as to hate these creatures, and even delight in their death, when my only evidence that they're evil is the fact that they may have killed other people like me (who clearly invaded their lands)? i mean shit, i go into hell, these 'monsters'' home, and start killing the fuckers! that doesn't seemOH SHIT THAT'S A FLAWED DIAMOND, I SHOULD SCOOP THAT SHIT UP!!!'
i'm so bored some days... Current Mood: amazed at myself