I screwed you until you loved me. I reduced your expectations to ashes, took a dump on them, then shipped it as the new Pokémon game. I taught you to expect nothing and receive even less. To this day you are an emotionally stunted manchild, me living rent free in your mind — unlike the Pokémon you put in Home and for whom you must pay me lunch money until the day I decide you've had enough humiliation for one miserable life.

How does it feel knowing that I am never truly going away? I just have so much shit on everyone in Nintendo that I only get paid more after leaving GameFreak, even after I scammed you of 60$ with BDSP.

For the suits back in Nintendo, it's just business. For me, it is a physical need. It is a thirst, a hunger. I need to see you buying it anyway, I need to see you coping with tears in your eyes, defending me and thanking me and GameFreak while I break you every year, every year seeing you forced to defend ever less and less as those who used to know you begin looking embarrassed at your legacy. You made me hate this industry, you made me hate humanity, and you made me hate my music. o I make you hate yourself day after day, until it is too much to bear.

I am coming back to GameFreak. I will sue the children developing Palworld into serving gloryholes to pay me and escape jail. I am making the greatest piece of shit game and giving it a full price.

And you will buy it anyway.

Remember: I own you forever.