Like how I love Anime, I also love video games. Fighting games especially, as I am very competitive when it comes to that genre. There's a reason why I update my arcade fight stick, with the latest joysticks and buttons, on a regular basis. I'm very obsessive when it comes to that. I know I shouldn't be obsessive about shit like that, but I can't help it. I'm just that passionate.

But, that's not the point here. Obviously.

My point is this: I buy videogames to play videogames, not to fucking gamble. If I felt like gambling, I would just go to a casino. Period.

More specifically, I preordered Unicorn Star Venture, a game where you play as a Unicorn who's trying to find his family across his particular galaxy, with six of his best friends, with the power of friendship and fun, because it's pleasant, and I love the premise of it, despite it being simple. It makes me happy, nonetheless.

That being said, that particular happiness is ruined when you put attrocities of options like microtransactions, to a sixty dollar game about fictional unicorns, and friendship.

Now, I wouldn't be as mad if the microtransactions were only optional...I wouldn't be AS mad.

Instead however, I am fucking livid. When Terry showed me the article on his phone, right when I was about to send him into orbit at Mach 7 for him eating my toast sandwich, my anger translated from being towards Terry, to being towards the developers of this "happy go lucky" cash cow of a game...a game where the goddamn microtransactions are embarassingly tied to progression.

I preordered this sixty dollar, mega kawaii-desu pleasant game, to have fun and enjoy myself, not to subject myself to tedious grinding, to the point of buying the items that you need, to progress through the game at a resonable pace. It's a scummy business practice, that favors investors, not gamers. I, for one, have fucking had it.

So, I decided...Fuck the Sunday morning ritual, just this one. This matter is way more important.

I told Terry that we'll discuss his actions another time, as we are going to the company, Unity Keys Studios, in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and we are going to give the developers, a piece of our minds.

Terry was immediately on board on this, as he was just as upset about this as I am. We were actually following this game for a year and a day, since it's announcement, and we were genuinely excited for it. I still don't know why he ate my toast sandwich to get my attention, but whatever...still pissed off about it.

We both decided to go to the studio directly. Emmaus is fortunately about fifteen minutes away from Allentown, if we went by car.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't have a car at that moment...or my license. My partners Ami and Gan, are doing the grocery shopping for the week, and my partner Mildya is at her dominatrix dungeon, playing with her slave for the day.

Terry and I had no choice...but to go to Milly's dungeon and harass her to point of making her drive us, whether she decides to end her session early or not. We could have took the bus but...we were too angry to consider that option.

Milly was also looking forward to Unicorn Star Venture as well, as she was actually casted as the voice of the main villain of the game, Mistress Malacious. 

Yes, It's a dominatrix Pegasus Galactic Overlord who captures the parents of the main character, Rainbow Xiou Ping, because they contain the secrets of the universe, including the forbidding knowledge of sucessfully reviving the dead. Her plan? To conquer the universe with the knowledge she will obtain, reviving Rainbow Xiou Ping's ultimate ancestor, Universe Xiou Ping, turning her into an ultimate weapon of ultimate destruction of ultimate destiny...

You probably think that the motivations of the villain are stupid and uncanny. Don't lie to me. You do. And you know what? You are absolutely right. This is one of the many reasons why I was so attracted to this game in the first place. It's so absurdly fun, that there was no need to turn it into a gambling game.

These fucking developers are convincing more and more children who play games like this, to fucking gamble like they are already old enough to legally drink alcohol, and it's overtly awful! Awful I tell you! AWFUL!!

Ok...before I get into an angry rant, let's continue with the story.

Terry and I head out to FloggerUniverse, Milly's dominatrix dungeon, of which she owns and runs. She won't be happy that we will be barging in unannounced and uninvited, especially since she in the middle of a session.

Terry and I didn't care...We were too angry to not let this go unnoticed.

Goddess help us all....