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Tyranomaster said:
I partook in plenty a violent video game with friends (CoD), but I was always more of an RPG and MOBA nerd. I also didn't care for gory horror movies, but I would (like a sociopath) browse through 4chan rekt threads at fairly regular intervals. Watching real people get mutilated in your teens really desensitizes you to pretty much everything.
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And you say "Kids these days"... Hypocrite
 
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And you say "Kids these days"... Hypocrite
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I mean, Kids these days, kids my days, kids who were about 5 years older than me. It isn't exclusive to point out that kids who are currently kids experience something, merely a statement about the current world.

It wouldn't have been relevant to say "Kids back when I was a kid would get the story anyway, or would get hazardous entertainment." because the conversation is about kids right now.
 
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Tyranomaster said:
I mean, Kids these days, kids my days, kids who were about 5 years older than me. It isn't exclusive to point out that kids who are currently kids experience something, merely a statement about the current world.

It wouldn't have been relevant to say "Kids back when I was a kid would get the story anyway, or would get hazardous entertainment." because the conversation is about kids right now.
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HelloHound said:
even if I took out the cuss words I still threw my child protagonist sybil down a river twice and no amount of "heck" and "fuzz" will make that undone
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"Ah heck, I fell into a fuzzing river, and I forgot my floaties."
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"Ah heck, I fell into a fuzzing river, and I forgot my floaties."
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I've been laughing for 5 minutes because of this thread. Send help.
 
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HelloHound said:
even if I took out the cuss words I still threw my child protagonist sybil down a river twice and no amount of "heck" and "fuzz" will make that undone
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If it's PG-13 then you are allotted one Fuck per volume. Just have the child protagonist use "heck" and "fricknuggets" for the first one and the second time it happens they gets to use the "fuck."
 
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I want to try this! Changes for the safety of the children in italics. I think it's PG-13 now, right?
"Then the entire road turns a slimy, opaque grey like someone used the 'fill' function on a drawing tablet, having chosen a particularly poor color choice. The yodeling, and worse, the bubbling laughter bursting into uncontrollable cackling, begin.

Innocent children and unsuspecting adults drop to the ground all curled up, like adorable Rollie Pollies. They feel kind of sad, turning grey like the bugs’ titular shell too. A cuckoo-banana-ness overtakes them, creating a big ol' ruckus all across the city block like a big party as my ghostly paint turns them into great dancers.

A business professional grabs his fingers, plucking berries with complete abandon. I can hear the gunshot-like sounds as he puts his Strength to bear and rips apart the vines, plant flesh, and trunk of the berry plant he owns so as to allow him to binge-eat his crop.

Pop, pop. Pop, poppety-pop, pop. Pop, pop, pop. I amuse myself with imagining that the gunshot-like pops, instead, sound like the "pop" sound of smacking my lips together as a child.

A sweet child, barely in his teens, is more careful in how he farms. You know, the one I spattered with my own horrid paint. He efficiently find a long pole, balancing it on its flat base. The logical person monotonously tests a couple swings to make sure he has the right angle, before swinging his noodle RIGHT down on the pole.

My mind cringes.

His twitching green eyes, the sole spot of color on his body, bug wide open as the pole pierces STRAIGHT THROUGH to the back of his noodle dish.

A group of friends huddle together, hugging each other in a desperate attempt to get some attempt at comfort. The emotional help they yearn for so strongly, the hugs they so helplessly give each other..."
 
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I want to try this! Changes for the safety of the children in italics. I think it's PG-13 now, right?
"Then the entire road turns a slimy, opaque grey like someone used the 'fill' function on a drawing tablet, having chosen a particularly poor color choice. The yodeling, and worse, the bubbling laughter bursting into uncontrollable cackling, begin.

Innocent children and unsuspecting adults drop to the ground all curled up, like adorable Rollie Pollies. They feel kind of sad, turning grey like the bugs’ titular shell too. A cuckoo-banana-ness overtakes them, creating a big ol' ruckus all across the city block like a big party as my ghostly paint turns them into great dancers.

A business professional grabs his fingers, plucking berries with complete abandon. I can hear the gunshot-like sounds as he puts his Strength to bear and rips apart the vines, plant flesh, and trunk of the berry plant he owns so as to allow him to binge-eat his crop.

Pop, pop. Pop, poppety-pop, pop. Pop, pop, pop. I amuse myself with imagining that the gunshot-like pops, instead, sound like the "pop" sound of smacking my lips together as a child.

A sweet child, barely in his teens, is more careful in how he farms. You know, the one I spattered with my own horrid paint. He efficiently find a long pole, balancing it on its flat base. The logical person monotonously tests a couple swings to make sure he has the right angle, before swinging his noodle RIGHT down on the pole.

My mind cringes.

His twitching green eyes, the sole spot of color on his body, bug wide open as the pole pierces STRAIGHT THROUGH to the back of his noodle dish.

A group of friends huddle together, hugging each other in a desperate attempt to get some attempt at comfort. The emotional help they yearn for so strongly, the hugs they so helplessly give each other..."
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I like you as a person and everything but your writing makes me feel horrible (compliment)
 
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I want to try this! Changes for the safety of the children in italics. I think it's PG-13 now, right?
"Then the entire road turns a slimy, opaque grey like someone used the 'fill' function on a drawing tablet, having chosen a particularly poor color choice. The yodeling, and worse, the bubbling laughter bursting into uncontrollable cackling, begin.

Innocent children and unsuspecting adults drop to the ground all curled up, like adorable Rollie Pollies. They feel kind of sad, turning grey like the bugs’ titular shell too. A cuckoo-banana-ness overtakes them, creating a big ol' ruckus all across the city block like a big party as my ghostly paint turns them into great dancers.

A business professional grabs his fingers, plucking berries with complete abandon. I can hear the gunshot-like sounds as he puts his Strength to bear and rips apart the vines, plant flesh, and trunk of the berry plant he owns so as to allow him to binge-eat his crop.

Pop, pop. Pop, poppety-pop, pop. Pop, pop, pop. I amuse myself with imagining that the gunshot-like pops, instead, sound like the "pop" sound of smacking my lips together as a child.

A sweet child, barely in his teens, is more careful in how he farms. You know, the one I spattered with my own horrid paint. He efficiently find a long pole, balancing it on its flat base. The logical person monotonously tests a couple swings to make sure he has the right angle, before swinging his noodle RIGHT down on the pole.

My mind cringes.

His twitching green eyes, the sole spot of color on his body, bug wide open as the pole pierces STRAIGHT THROUGH to the back of his noodle dish.

A group of friends huddle together, hugging each other in a desperate attempt to get some attempt at comfort. The emotional help they yearn for so strongly, the hugs they so helplessly give each other..."
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You know those poppety-pops remind me of IT from the newer movie. I can only picture that clown saying poppety-pop, pop.
 
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