>>41837091...And when I saw the title, Pokemon.. Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee.. My mouth fell agape.
I could not resist to then bounce up and down....
up and down...
up and down...
My man breasts erratically flung about with my every movement. For at this moment, my excitement had overshadowed my shame.
That's when I saw it. Charizard, a character I had a deep spiritual, and somewhat sexual connection too.
His big red scaled body, shimmering with flames, and skin glistening from his own light, shot across the screen. I was immediately flooded with memories of 1999.
The new millennium was fast approaching, Christmas was over, and I just received my first gameboy with a copy of pokemon red.
I was at this age still deeply entrenched in the seemingly endless torture my father put me through as a kid, plagued by sexual and physical abuse.
This night, after my father tossed me aside like a used condom, lighting a smoke and ready to pass out from physical exertion, I crawled to my gameboy. My body was weak, and my anal cavity was leaking a frothy red mix of semen and blood.
My shorts were strangled around my ankles and thighs, and I was missing a shoe. Like my favorite pokemon, I championed forth.
When I got to my gameboy, I saw my charizard and I had from then always imagined how he would one day come to life and absolutely fucking disintegrate my father.
I get snapped back to reality. A tear streams down my face, I realize I have been saying "Oh my god, oh my god" for the past 10 minutes. This is my cue to turn off the camera I have been using to record my reaction to make YouTube money.
I realize that because Charizard helped me get through my abuse, I must make it my personal duty to go on every imageboard and do absolutely everything in my mental power to defend his new game. Buy this game. Buy Charizard. End child abuse.
