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- Feb 8, 2018
If Zelda were black, they'd complain that the game perpetuated the harmful racist stereotype of the White Savior Complex by having a white Link save a black Zelda.
If you made Link and Zelda black and Ganon white, they'd complain that it contains a triggering depiction of their ancestors being stolen and taken into slavery.
If you made everybody in the game black, they'd complain that it perpetuates harmful racist stereotypes about black ghettoes being high in crime and violence.
Ah now I understand why Kaine dresses like that.
He's a degenerate.
If you made Link and Zelda black and Ganon white, they'd complain that it contains a triggering depiction of their ancestors being stolen and taken into slavery.
If you made everybody in the game black, they'd complain that it perpetuates harmful racist stereotypes about black ghettoes being high in crime and violence.
You'd think they'd be okay with Kainé, given that her story involves her being born with a dick, but I guess that it only counts when its being written by superior western developers, instead of those icky Japanese.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I awoke from the coldness of the night air piercing my skin. It was still quiet and dark outside, the sun not yet having risen. When I looked to my side, the sleeping form of the woman was no longer there. Straining my eyes, I saw drops of blood on the floor leading to the door.
Alarmed, I rushed out myself. Making my way through the obscuring mist, I soon felt the presence of someone off a bit further into the bushes. I raised my voice to call for her, before realizing I had yet to ask her name. In this night previously muted by silence, the sudden sound of pained, ragged panting pierced my ears. There was no mistaking it, that was her voice.
"Ugh… hah… hah, hah, hah, hah… haaaah…"
Had her wound reopened? Did she come out here to withstand the pain alone? Needing to know, I stepped forward.
"Are you all right? I can redress your wound…"
The mist lightened enough for me to see her form. I gave a sharp gasp once I had.
She really was possessed. The left half of her body swelled with unfathomable darkness, peculiar lumps circulating within it. It seemed as if another creature, with its own will, separate from the rest of her.
She had noticed me by then, so I did my best not to look disturbed. Repeating ‘all men are brothers’ in my mind like a prayer, I showed her a smile. But her gaze was turned downward. I followed it, my eyes were pulled toward what she held in her demonic left hand. The moment I comprehended what it was, all the hairs on my body were standing on end.
What she held in her hand was… a large, engorged male member… yet it was hers. Upon the swarthy organ there were littered many veins, which I could even clearly see throbbing.
She wasn’t merely possessed. She was of both sexes!
"On nights after I kill shades… …I can’t stop myself…"
Lifting her head to face me in the mist, the woman spoke her first words to me. Her eyes were narrowed, her thin lips opened like a thin cut on her face. Her pupils locked onto me as their target, her left hand began to move up and down furiously. Her breathing became even more ragged, and her upturned eyes began to lose their focus. I knew what was coming next.
"Stop it!"
I cried, averting my eyes from the moment of climax.
"Don’t come near me, you… you monster!"
(Witches' Sabbath)
Ah now I understand why Kaine dresses like that.
He's a degenerate.