I think I'm having an aneurysm.

at fr irst i thought, "oh, well maybe itll be fun to travel to weeabu land for a day and play this interactive anime". but that was the old me... im a changed man now. After playing the first mission for a full trimester of child birth, I realized it took skill to die in this subtitled mosh pit of a game. I killed well over the world populations worth of mentally and physically disabled elderly fetuses that this game calls enemies. If I hadn't stopped myself sooner I would no longer be able to use the X or Y buttons anymore for they are the only buttons used in this sewer dumpling of a game. My controller was screaming in agony almost as much as me. I flailed myself onto the ground and cursed out the sun in my new found native japanese tongue. My brother heard my cries and came running down the stairs calling for an ambulance. And now im here, paralized from the neck down, screaming my sad sob story at cortana hoping she warns everyone about this life threatening weeabu simulator.