#mapbreaking

The age of consent is 18, but every time you complain I’ll add another year. So unless you’d only like to goon to the granny ant from A Bug’s Life from now on, I suggest you get yourself under control.

Chasing a pedo through my elegant hedge maze like Jack Torrance in The Shining and they think it’s gonna be some kind of fearplay thing but no, I kill them. I actually kill them.

I’ve been waiting to find or come up with a good argument against killing pedos since I was like 19 and I haven’t really yet. “People might use it to accuse people they don’t like of being pedos” briefly swayed me for like a year way back, but it doesn’t really hold. The mere potential for tangential harm isn’t very persuasive.