So I'm playing through Metal Gear Solid 5: Phantom Pain
And I'm more emotionally affected by this stupid, convoluted, Engrish-translated plot line than I should be. It could be that I'm perimenopausal.
I was legitimately sad when my naked girl battle companion went off into the desert to die alone because she talked and spread her girl germs around. And not just because her bouncy boob physics were amazing to watch on the PS4. I was emotionally attached to her terrible story arc, and I liked lazily relying on her sniping abilities when I was infiltrating enemy prisons.
It just goes to show that nothing good ever comes of women talking.
Also, WOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO