May be if you stopped posting online with those dried and filthy leukemia ridden hands you can stop your father molesting you, and actually play a video game you waste of excrement. I hope your father puts you in a early grave after he's done toying with what little life you hang on from your Godforsaken mortal coil that insist to be clinging to this world for God's amusement. Thats what you are, a mistaken ridden mess from a pile of used parts. A mockery of nature's imperfections, genetically diversed as a strand of used napkin on the side of a sewer grate.
