phetish | Fuck Those Rich Assholes And Their Magic Sky Castles

Originally published at The Pandemonium Project. You can comment here or there.

Playing Star Wars: The Old Republic, I am constantly reminded of my privileged status and the weight of my destiny by the nameless, faceless, hopeless masses fretting around me, just trying to get by.
We have spaceships and hovercrafts, they have…feet. Maybe a Lucas reimagining of a cow.
We have guns and lasers and supernatural powers, they have…sticks and rocks.
Maybe they have a job. Maybe they even have a tent to live in. Maybe, if they’re really lucky, they have what looks like an enormous, overturned teacup masquerading as a studio apartment.
They all live in constant fear of imminent death.
And then there’s our team – killing them all. Thanks for all the credits.