Xanatos

"Oh, I don't really care, I'm just pointlessly prejudiced because my religion told me so and I totally have to blindly obey it!" ...You are the worst sort of person. I say that as respectfully as I can. @AtDawnTheySquee: People have tried to wed pillows, video game characters, trucks, the Berlin Wall, a roller coaster...It gets weird but they've got the right. And as for "civil union"...Well, you remember how blacks used to be shunted into separate schools, restrooms, etcetera under the BS excuse of "separate but equal"? That's all a "civil union" is. That certain segments of humanity demand it be arbitrarily distinguished from "marriage" is just the same inane discriminatory reasoning in a new form.

There was a point in time where guys beating the hell out of their wives was "just normal" too. Now it's called abuse. But hey, I guess women today just have a thinner skin...

There is no reasonable way to disagree with equality. And why are you bringing up the right to life? Nobody's talking about killing anyone here. The fact remains that not supporting equality is a product of discrimination and discrimination is a product of hate. OT: "No hitting below the belt" and similar rules or complaints against "dirty fighting" are stupid. The entire point of a fight is victory, by any means. You want to avoid "cheap" tactics? Enjoy losing every fight you'll ever be in.

I was born with hydrocephalus which resulted in brain damage. This led to cerebral palsy (and flawed vision) and may or may not have influenced a later diagnosis of autism. My life has been spent in a seemingly endless gauntlet of harassment, abuse, and contempt from family and peer alike. Those who were friends turned enemies when they saw my friendship made them unpopular. Some were never friends at all, and had just lost a bet or taken a dare. Emotional and physical damages piled up, and inevitably led to a bitter, cynical, depressive, downward-spiraling shell of a human being. To this very day, I count only about five people I've known in life as proper friends, have disowned a brother for being far too much a part of the problem, bear repressed rage and resentment toward a father as well as humanity in general, am still prone to all manner of unhealthy coping mechanisms (up to and including what is commonly called 'cutting'), suffer the occasional suicidal contemplation and outright depressive breakdowns, and live/socialize primarily via the internet. If I had to guess, I'd say the last really truly legitimately good interaction I had with a person face-to-face, free of any turmoil internal or otherwise, was...Sixteen years ago? Maybe seventeen. So...Yeah, kinda.

The above claim, regardless of who makes it, is a lie, a delusion or both. Period. Not supporting equality is a sign of discrimination which is itself a sign of hatred whether one realizes it or not. Also Hyperdimension Neptunia is too hated.

Red Dead Redemption. And that was even after the end was spoiled for me. Just...Ow. I have never taken as much sheer vindictive pleasure in hunting a man down...Only to have the moment of retribution spoiled by the realization that it doesn't matter because he already won a long time ago and there was no returning from it. That said, Bioshock Infinite brought a very different form of tears...The tears of rage and sheer unbridled horror. There was a point of no return late in the game where I spent five minutes or so desperately trying to find a way out, to go back to before everything fell apart...Because what I'd already found terrified me (I was actually trembling and wide-eyed) and whatever lay ahead could be worse. And it was... And of course, The Walking Dead. I played through basing my choices on Lee as I envisioned he would act as opposed to how I would act. That meant a lot of fence-sitting, neutral votes, desperately trying to keep the peace and hold everyone together. Well...Try to please everyone, and you end up pleasing no one. Hit a lot of tearjerking ordeals there. I'll be starting a second run soon with my own choices running things... Not quite tears but something about watching a man suicide by putting a rifle in his mouth (The Darkness) hit me pretty hard.