I have that shit in real life. (Being taken down and having to get back up)

I work. I have to take care of the house/family. I had a leukemia…and I DID fucking rise up again from the dead…literally. With 3 prosthesis after, but hey, its just means im in a different game now (cyberpunk)

But we are talking about fucking games.

I am not a teenager with the time. Or patience. Those are both used on real life…you know…the bigger game. The real game.

I’m Not saying you can’t have the difficulty in your…playthings.

I am saying that there are people who want to play the games you like, they are great fucking games, but we just don’t have the time and energy to waste a few hours in the same fucking level/battle.

And that’s the conversation: Having the possibility to change difficulty. That exists. It’s not impossible.

You do you. No one is robing you of your experience.

Its just a shame…the gatekeeping.

Edit: I’m loving the responses missing the point.

Don’t forget liberating the people by bombarding the shit out of them, starting by a school of little girls.

“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third.
I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser.
I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One.
I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.
I AAAAAMMMM OOOOOOOOODDDDDIIIIINNN!!!”