Anita Sarkeesian er en svindler og en hykler.

Hun tog over 100,000 dollars som hun så brugte på at lave 3 plagiat-fyldte videoer over et år. Hun leer hele vejen til banken mens idioter støtter hende fordi hun copypaster basal feministisk teori.

Hun er en bondefanger og holder ingen principper, hendes idéer er ikke baseret på at skabe nyt rum for kvindelige spilskabere men på at fortælle eksisterende spilskabere at de skal appellere til hende, selv om hun ikke er nogen gamer og kun interessere sig for det fordi det giver hende en undskyldning til at klage. Hvis det lykkedes hende at ændre spil-industrien ville hun ikke blive og nyde resultatet, hun ville bevæge sig videre til det næste mål og så forsøge at ændre det, hun vil gøre dette fordi hun ikke elsker spil, hun er ikke gamer, hun er et parasit.

Hvorfor er tokenisme nødvendig? Hvorfor skal der være rater på hvor mange sorte, hvide, kvinder, mænd, homoseksuelle eller heteroseksuelle der er i hvert stykke fiktion? Hvorfor skal fiktion leve op til en specifik gruppes sociale idéer?

Hvis hun så gerne vil have kvindelige hovedpersoner i spil, så kan hun lave sit eget, i stedet for at fortælle folk at de skal lave det for hende.

Jeg er selv forfatter, og jeg, som ung hvid heteroseksuel mand, er glad for at skrive ud fra andre synspunkter, fordi det er interessant for mig. Men jeg kunne aldrig finde på at forlange det samme af andre.

Man skal kun fortælle folk at de skal ændre deres vision, hvis visionen resultere i dårlig kunst, man skal aldrig forlange at en kunster ændre deres vision fordi den ikke appellere til ens egne sociale holdninger

Sarkeesian er præcis det samme type afskum som Jack Thompson. Den eneste forskel er den måde de formidler deres appel til censur.

Spillet har fået meget gode andmeldelser af kritikere, men brugerscores er en anden sag. Så her er et billede der måske kan forklare dette split

PS: undskyld for at billedet er ret lille, håber I kan læse hvad der står.

The laughter stopped.

"What Am I? Do you think that I'm a mere daemon? Or one of the Chaos Gods? I am non of those I am the fear that gripes you when you stared into that clearing, stared at your loved ones dying before your eyes. I am the hatred that you felt when you tortured that man I am the feeling of power that coursed through you as you tyrannised those that had hurt you. I am all the "sick things" you did to him. I was the silence you gave your sergeant when he asked you the question that could have saved his life. I was the eldar that day when they raided Holms farm. I was your sergeant and his friends that day when they took their revenge.

I am the man who enters his child's room with all the wrong thoughts in his head I am the fanatic who murders innocents to ascent higher in heaven. I am the woman who butchers her unborn child because she doesn't want to keep it. I am the child who innocently steals a cookie, thinking it won't change anything I am Horus I am The Emperor I am The Nightbringer I am Khaine I am the marines who killed your loved ones. I am Tara I am Sergeant Holm I am Linchley I am Strangler I am Mkoll I am Keith I am Leeroy I am Jenkins I am every single person you've ever met and ever will meet.

I thrive of all the pain and suffering in this universe And this is paradise for me Charlie! Every little good deed you've ever done, All serve me in the end! All those fools who believe they can defeat me by slaying daemons and saying holy words. All those idiots... I was in all of them, and I always will be Cause no one is safe from me and no one ever will be.

I thrive in this universe, think you can defeat me by the forgotten ideals Love, Peace, and Forgiveness? Love strengthens me Cause it is it not love that makes a man murder his lovers husband? Peace gives me power Cause all peace serves as is a wail to hide the suffering, abuse and hate beneath the surface. And Forgiveness? All the people who "forgive" hide the knife of hatred behind their back, waiting to strike at the right moment. In this universe, I AM STRONG! So am I a daemon? A Chaos god? No So I am no mere chaos god, chaos is not the only source of evil! What about the C'tan? Are they good? The crude orkish gods?! THE F*CKING EMPEROR!?! THE ELDAR, THE ORKS, THE DAEMONS, THE GODS, THE TYRANIDS, THE HUMANS, THE FANATICS, THE MARINES, THE GUARDMEN, THE PEASANTS, THE GOVERNORS, THE GENERALS, THE CULTISTS, THE ASSASINS, THE UNFAITHFUL, THE FAITHFUL, THE CHILDREN, THE ELDERLY, THE SICK, THE HEALTHY, THE WOMEN, THE MEN! ALL SERVE ME!

I AM EVIL ITSELF!

And what are you Charlie? You're my experiment, How large a prison cell does it take to make a man believe he is free? You lived your first 12 years in a hellish prison, beaten, brutalised, hurt... And then, one day, you were free! The entire universe before you! But still a slave A slave to me. Spending you entire life, trying to escape me. Always thinking, "can't do this Kane, it will make him stronger, can't let him have control" whenever you were in danger of giving in to the temptations. So you were still imprisoned. In your mind, in your heart, in your soul! So how large a cell does it take? It doesn't matter, all you have to do is to tell him he is free. And he will believe you in the end. Give him love, friends, and a hut with a good view, and he won't care if he is nothing more than a slave. And you are a slave, Charlie, like all other Sons and Daughters of the Emperor. You are nothing more than a puppet who can't see the strings that control you, the propaganda, the chain of command, your own mind, and in the end... Me. Why did I do this? For fun! This place is so...boring, I've seen it all before, but not one like you Charlie. You were fun! You fought me, thought you could win, ridicules as it is. But I enjoyed myself. But then some stupid b*tch comes along and ooh we got love! Boring... So I...manipulated the minds of a few people, and well...You know the results. I made you break your promise, "Promise me you won't give in Kane, Promise me you won't become a monster" rings a bell? You gave him a promise, and I made you break it. Am I not in control?

So am I imaginary? Maybee, But does that change the fact, that to you Charlie, I AM REAL!"

Kane were silent for a moment, his lips were moving slowly, like he was whispering, yet no sound came from his mouth. Then he answered: "No. You might be in control, I might be a slave. I might be a monster. But I will still fight you. There might not be any hope, of salvation, of freedom There might not be any light in the darkness. But I will still fight you! Not to save myself, not to prove anything. Not to bring her back...

But to have a purpose here in life! I will fight the darkness! Till the day I breathe my last breath, till the day my hands no longer can hold my weapon. I will fight!

The voice was silent. Almost as if it was surprised.

A monster rose, A man walked into the jungle.

Pugna obviam obscurum

"Wake up sleepy!" Tartanious opened his eyes, a tall man were standing in front of him. However, night had fallen, so he couldn't see who the man was. Tartanious struggled for a few seconds before he realised that he was bound to a massive tree, he had been stripped of his power armor, and chains of adamantium bound his arms and legs to the tree, he was unable to move at all. He wasn't gagged though. So for once in his life, he hated the fact that he didn't have a Betcher's Gland. "Anrak ta Tanga nukaik-ta-thrazka" the man said and stepped closer "the dead are no longer lonely" The man was very tall for a normal human, probably from a low gravity world. He was wearing a sniper-pattern guardsman uniform, his hair was long and black, his face scarred, and his black eyes were filled with an uneasing hateful coldness. Seems like the last guardsman had returned... "The living however" the guardsman smiled and pointed towards a large mound nearby "Are indeed lonely" he lit a torch and threw it at the mound, large flames engulfed it. Tartanious noticed something sticking out of the flames, a large human hand "NO!" he whispered. The man lit another torch which he placed in the ground next to them. "Are we not?" he sat down again and smiled. Tartanious looked at the man again, he struggled and tried to get out of his chains, but it was impossible. He soon gave up however, and looked at the man with furious hatred. The man laughed "That's what I wanted, Hate, emotion, pain..." he became distant for a second and then continued, "Do you know why I'm doing this?" "Because you're tainted by chaos..." Tartanious replied. "HAHAHA! MAYBE I AM! But you know what? I don't care..." the man took a small purple fruit up from his backpack. "Do you know how I did this...?" he said with a teasing voice, he pointed at the mound and at Tartanious, obviously hinting his victory over the marines. Tartanious sat silent, unable to answer. How had a guardsman, simple meat for the meat grinder, defeated them? Superhuman elite warriors, the emperors finest? "It's simple actually" the man took a bite from the fruit, it was the same kind of fruit that killed Ibrahem "A man with a pointed stick can defeat a man with a gun, if of course, the stick is poisoned, and the gun jams" he took another bite from the fruit. Liquid splashing all over his face, yet no mighty swarm of claws and teeth came down to tear him apart. "In this case, I got one of you with my sniper, one with a krak-bomb trap, one the forest took care of and one..." he paused "well, you see, this fruit" he held the half-eaten fruit up in front of the marine "Its got a very unique defence mechanism, as soon as one of its fruits are crushed or eaten, they give of a weird smell, and the local Kawatas reaaally hate that smell, it makes them go berserk." He took another bite "So the plant gets its revenge on whatever creature stupid enough to destroy its fruits, and the Kawatas gets a nice meal, haha, I guess your friend learned his lesson about the power of nature eh? Funny thing though, is that the Kawatas become all sleepy and dizzy after darkness. So you can eat all you want, as long as the sun's down." He laughed for a short while, but suddenly, his face turned grim and serious "About the poor Tarku, well, I couldn't let myself be killed by your bolters now could I? So I had to find some way to deliver the cargo. Magnificent creatures those Tarku's, they are highly intelligent, charming and fun-loving. All I had to do was to point at your friend, smile, give it the fruit and it knew I wanted to play a prank on him. Sad, but necessary. But enough about the local wildlife. I'm going to tell you a story Mr. Tartanious, about a monster. The monster was born on a small agri-planet called Jutlandar II, It was a peaceful place, green plains, giant forests, low population. One day the sky burned! They came, The Green tide, The Orks. The killed 90% of the population, and nobody even cared to come to their aid, it weren't an important world, no holy artefacts, no tactically important locations. Just people. Lowly, helpless, undefended, happy f*cking people. But the monster was "lucky". He were amongst the survivors, The slaves! And he was brutalised, beaten, hurt, when people talk about the masters of pain, they usually refer to the Dark Eldar. But the orks are just as bad. They might not have the refined understandment of pain that the Dark Eldar have. But they have a, crude mastery of it. An instinct, you might say. They had a particularly nasty one for instance, Da ‘Urta Juice. They would lay you down on you stomach, so you couldn't see anything, then cut your back up a bit, and then they purred some kind of liquid on you, I don't know what they made it from, but you just learned to know that smell, whenever you felt that smell crawl up in your nostrils, You felt fear. And when you heard their laugher and betting's on the outcome, You felt sheer terror, And when they purred the hot liquid over your wounded back You felt pain! The monster tried it once, it almost made his mind snap. How could it be so hopeless, so dark? But even in the darkness a light shined, Her name was Anne. The way she smiled to him, the way she touched him, It made him feel alive, It gave him a reason to live. They were both young, only 12 of age, their love was innocence in the middle of violence and evil. Whenever the Slavers were looking away, they would sneak out of the camp, and then they would go to their place, their special place, they would talk, laugh, kiss... But one day the orks caught them. And right there, they forced him to watch as they tortured her to death. He looked at her, unable to help, unable to do anything. When they were done, they just left him. They walked away, laughing. He just lay there, lay there in the darkness of the night. ... And then he heard a voice, an ancient all-knowing, destructive voice, And it talked to him, about life, about his situation And it told him, that there was no light in the darkness. No hope, no god-emperor looking down on us, just darkness, and hatred. Pure hatred. And then it made him make a promise to himself, that he never would let anyone close, never love, never like, never be hurt again. And he promised to hunt them down, destroy them, as they had destroyed him. And so he did. He hunted them down, destroyed them, he even stole a shuttle, without even knowing why. Then he left, the monster joined the guard, but kept close to his promise. "Never let anyone close" Unfortunately, he broke his promise, he fell in love again, A light in the darkness... But history repeats itself. She died in front of his eyes, with him being unable to do anything. She died... So, Mr. Marine, The Emperors finest... Do you understand, Why I, the monster, did this?"

The marine was silent, if the man apparently had watched, how could they not have heard his breath? Strange, didn't matter though. The marine looked at the demonic man in front of him. Even though he hated the man, even though he obviously were tainted. The marine, somewhere, deep inside his heart... Understood him. "They had to die, for all of us, the taint had to..." "I DON'T F*CKING CARE! YOU MADE ME WATCH! YOU F*CKING BASTARD! YOU KILLED HER! And I am gonna hurt you! I'll break you down! Till you'll beg me to stop! I'll destroy you every way possible!" "You're going to torture me? I've fellt every pain possible, nothing you can do to me can hurt me..." "haha...HAHAHAHAHA!" the man started shaking of uncontrolled laugher "You...don't think...I can hurt you...haha. Well, I seem to know all about your...implants? How they "make you immune to pain, seals any wound at an instant", well, time for another story I guess. You see, I was in the 155th Jutlandar Hjemmeværn, long time ago. We were stationed on another planet in the system, Jutlandar VI, the planet were in a state of rebellion, chaos cults, a small inner circle of chaos space marines, you know it. And you see, we were lucky enough to catch one of the marines, and of course we needed him to tell us were their base were located. So we tried to...persuade him? Problem was that no matter what we did to him, he just kept laughing and talking about his gods. But since it was REALLY important to find the information, me and another guy named Troy were ordered by command to find some way to make him talk and well... Troy and me were those kind of people who had...connections. We were lucky enough to find this rogue trader, who had bought some weird elixir from the Dark Eldar. They had designed it specifically for all those stupid marines who just. Wouldn't. Scream. It was expensive as hell. But command paid for it so we didn't really care. And oh boy did he scream. After 4 minutes he had sworn loyalty to the emperor, and after 5 he broke down and told us were to find the base. We killed him of course, and the rest of his friends. Mission Succeeded. Luckily, I still have that elixir."

The man pulled forth a small bottle from his pocket, it was almost empty, except for a few drops in the bottom. "Venenumpoena" he said "Elixir of Pain, it effects all your implants, nerve systems and brain, and make them...turn against you. The elixir itself doesn't actually hurt, but it makes any kind of torment I might decide to commit against you...multiply tenfold, now it takes some time to work, so I slipped it into your mouth while you were sleeping." "I shalt not fear, for He watches over me and gives me strength...you will never break me Tainted One" "hmm. Haha. But well, you see. I, by pure chance, have qute a lot of experience in the business of...persuasion? I for instance, have these." He took forth a large sealed bottle, inside it, there was a dozen of large red insects crawling around, they looked anything but nice. "Katangan Firebeetles, nasty little bugs. they are extremely aggressive, so if you put them in a slightly uncomfortable situation, and they will spray acid and attack everything nearby. These coupled with a some wounds and your... Larraman's Organ?...will prove extremely exploitable." For a microsecond, something appeared in the marine's eye, something that pleased the man a lot. "Fear. I've waited a long time to see that in your eyes. Fear...it's what makes us tick, right? Fear...Just listen to that word. Fear..." "You shalt not break me Tainted one! I am a Son of Dorn! I will not be broken by you! Not tonight, never! The Emperor protects me! HE IS MY SHIELD!" "Hmm, The Emperor, But you see my friend. Tonight, there is no Emperor! Tonight, there is no hope! Tonight, there is no light in the darkness! Tonight, there is no Taint, no chaos gods! Tonight, there is just you, me, and all the sick stuff I'm going to do to you. And I got all night, so I'm in no hurry to make you scream. And you will scream. So lets begin." And Charles Foster Kane bowed down and started working on the Marine. Within 5 minutes, the marine broke down. But that didn't stop Kane, nothing could. I love you Tara...

When the sun finally rose, Kane finished of the pitiful creature that once had been one of The Emperors Finest. He washed his hands in a small river nearby. His hands were shaking, they had done horrible things, he hated them. "What have I done?" he looked at his image in the water. His eyes looked so dead and cold, his face were still stained with blood. He hated it. He heard something laugh, it was a small whispering laughter, all-knowing and evil. It slowly rose, until it became unbearable. "what are you, why...are you doing this to me?" he asked, a question that had been on his mind since he first heard the voice. But he had been to terrified of the answer to ask it. "Are you a daemon? Or one of the chaos gods themselves? Are you just imaginary? ANSWER ME!"

He regained his movement after a few minutes. The marines had just left them on the ground. He didn't run down there, he just walked slowly, and then he fell to his knees "No...this can't be happening...no...so close...why?...they can't be dead...can't be dead...can't be...dead...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" the roar scared of a horde of Kike-birds. He slowly crawled over to Tara. She was lying on the ground, her black hair was gently tossed around by the wind...but she was dead...no life to spot in her eyes. Nothing. He just sat there and looked at her beautiful face for a couple of minutes... Then the voice came... "Chaaaarlie" The haunting silent voice of his inner demon, it had been with him for all his life. It had helped him escape the orkish slavers back when he still was a kid. Had given him a life. But somehow, it scared him, terrified him. It's intentions weren't for his best he knew. But for once...he didn't care about it, she was dead...all that mattered... "They killed her. The "Emperors Finest" murdered your friends in cold blood." The voice sighed "Violence, so dependant the occupants of this universe is of it. The most humane way to fix something here is with a blade and a gun in your hands. Or so they say... But what is it that makes you all...tick, hmmm. Is it the violence? The hope? The love...? No It's the fear...That makes you tick. The fear of something you can't put a finger on, the fear of the terrifying beings behind the corner, the fear of your closest...dying... And you thought you lived without fear? But you are afraid! All you creatures who inhabit this place. You look at your loved ones and say "They won't die, can't happen to me" And then some jack*ss with a gun comes along And you suddenly know were all that unknown fear came from Love... But now you have nothing to fear... No loved ones to lose. Nothing to lose And a man with nothing to lose Can become a true...force of nature So go And share with them your pain

Kane looked up And smiled...

A time to love... A time to hate... A time to create... A time to destroy... A time to die... A time to kill... A time to hide... And a time to hunt...

Part 3: Quis Custodiet ipsos Custodes? (Who watches the Watchers?)

Sergeant Tartanious and his squad were moving through the jungle. Their massive bodies hardly gave a noise, due to their power armor and natural skills. They were quirt; there had been no honour in the killings. But it had been necessary. They had to die for the sake of the Imperium, for all human kind. But something was missing. He just knew that something was wrong. Wait... He remembered the orders he had been given. "The 9 members of 717th Preserver Infantry Regiment, 5th company, 3rd platoon, 2nd squad (Under command of Sergeant Billius Holm), have been in contact with possibly tainted locals, and must this be exterminated, they have been told to meet you at coordinates 56789,395860. Wait for clearance before extermination(the locals in question are to be terminated by Brother Arcanum's squad of the 5th company). 9 members of 717th Preserver Infantry Regiment, 5th company, 3rd platoon, 2nd squad... 9 members... 9... We were informed that your Sergeants name was Billius Holm" "I was his lieutenant, the sergeant...passed away" 8... DAMN IT! There had only been 7 people at the meeting point. One was missing Tartanious activated his comm.-link "Squad, we made a mistake, there was only 7 targets at the meeting po..." "KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE!" a horde of birds flew up from the jungle, all the marines looked in the direction of the birds and... A red beam pierced Brother Nathaniels eyehole, a spray of blood came out of the small red optic, which was the only weak spot on the power-armor. Before his body even had hit the ground, the marines acted instinctively, Brother Tamaus stormed into the jungle in pursuit of the attackers. The other three blindfired at the place were the beam came from. But blindfire would be a wrong word, the marine accuracy is almost supernatural, and they had about 40% chance of hitting the enemy.

Brother Tamaus stormed into the jungle. From the sound the beam had made, he knew it was a Sniper-pattern Lasrifle, possibly modified, fired from a tree 400 metres away. He jumped through a bush and stopped, he could see the sniper rifle, it was positioned in a large branch 10 metres above the ground. The sniper had long since left and even with enhanced hearing the noises of the jungle made it impossible to hear his movement or breath. Something was wrong! He looked around for any traps, he noticed that the earth apparently was covered in small vines, nothing important, then he saw it, a thin tripwire near one of his feet. With his eyes, he followed the wire up into the tree above him. He grinned, the wire was connected to at least a dozen krak-grenades. He was just about to turn around when he heard a small noise. *click* He heard the sound of the grenades falling down and he didn't hesitate. He jumped. Or at least tried to. He first noticed now, the small vines had attached to his legs, they had covered him to his waist. He looked in despair at the grenades landing all around him. "Emperor protect me!" The blast could be heard miles away. What Tamaus didn't know, was that the other end of the wire were connected to one of the small vines, as soon as the vine were extracted enough, the mechanism would activate.

His squad however, were to busy to notice the blast. Shortly after Tamaus had run into the jungle, they had stopped shooting. They had taken up defensive positions and were waiting for Tamaus to report back. Brother Ibrahem felt the wind on his face, he never understood why all the others were so happy about their helmets. He disliked them, even if it were a tactical advantage. Something small and purple flew out of the jungle and hit him in the face. He felt heard a splat as the soft thing splashed thick liquid all over his face. ACID! Tartanious, Carlthan and Ibrahem reacted immediately, they unloaded their bolter at the spot were the projectile had come from. Something screamed in there, and a sound of something falling to the ground could be heard. Target destroyed. But what about the acid? Nothing had happened. He looked at the purple thing down on the ground, It was a fruit... Ibrahem stuck out his tongue and tasted on the liquid, if it was poisonous, his Preomnor implant would neutralize it. It tasted like a sweet candy or something, except for a small bitter aftertaste which he couldn't place. Certainly not poison, not acid either. But what then? He walked over to the spot were the attacker had fallen, It was some kind of small monkey-thing, the bolts had torn its body apart. What was going on here? His question was answered by the sound of hundreds of wing. A black swarm of small bat-like beasts descended from the sky. Before he even reached to react, they were over him. They tore apart his unprotected head, he screamed and blindly shot his bolter at them, he fought with his fists and legs and everything he could muster. They just kept coming.

Tartanious and Carlthan fought to keep the beasts of Ibrahem, but for everyone they killed another 20 swooped down to take its place. "Why did that idiot also have to be bareheaded!?!" Tartanious thought as he blasted the beasts of Ibrahems head. "WHY!? Goddamnit!" Ibrahem stopped screaming, either they had ripped out his tongue, or he was dead... Tartanious just kept shooting. Then he suddenly noticed he was the only one shooting. Carlthan! He looked behind him to see were Carlthan was, and then his heart stopped... Carlthan was covered in what appeared to be very thick vines, they had appeared from the forest and the harder Carlthan fought, the more vines came out to grab him. Tartanious screamed in rage as he threw his bolter, drew his knife and bolt pistol and fought the vines viciously. It was too late to save Ibrahem, Carlthan could still be saved. He managed to cut off the vines that covered the marine's helmet and neck. But it wasn't enough, the marines last words before the vines pulled him into the jungle was: "Behind you!" The sergeant felt a needle being stung into his neck and all went black...