michael mouse, holding his tattered oliver twist hat, shows up at your door. he holds out his tattered oliver twist paw. “please sir or maam”, he says. “our orphanage only has one game boy advanced for us all to share”. the light from your brilliant golden crown (purchased with money you saved from pirating disney movies) reflects in the tears welling up in his eyes. “can you please give me but one shilling, so that we may buy two game boy advances?”. you stomp his stupid oliver twist face in. michael mouse is fucking dead. this is what happens when you pirate video games.

  • hannah
    2·
    13 days ago

    arrr, the royal navy has yet to engage me upon the high seas! i disregard such moral banter and set sail for nassau where ale and treasure awaits

    • corpsemoderOP
      2·
      13 days ago

      you Bastards. You “mateys” and your “negative action”. your “hook-drunken rum sailors” and “ballasts” and othersuch NONSENSE. (waves my fist in the air as you scurry away on nimble cat feet, doubloons / coins / pearl necklesses (and othersuch curios) spilling out of your Big Trashure (booty) chests.