So, waking up early today, and having absolutely zilch on the schedule (except for finding, you know, a job, but mermp) I decided to start playing The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. During the game, I realized something. This game is all about three things.
1. Beating the everloving shit out of the outcast kid with no friends because, well, he is kind of a douche.
2. Stealing shit, and the destruction of other people's pottery.
3. Killing people and walking around for three days with their broken tattered bodies as proof that you slit their throat with a sword (as well as hit them a few times with arrows, a boomerang, a grappling hook, bombs, or acorns] all the while wearing masks to conceal your identity or, at one point, to make people think you are SOMEBODY ELSE.
Considering that the hero of this game is supposed to be twelve years old, I can't help but get the feeling that this game is possibly detrimental to the psyche of small children. But hey, that outcast jackass shouldn't have stolen the epic musical instrument that can control time. Maybe it's a lesson about sharing.
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