Broke people are a scourge on this society. Literally how hard it is to get off of your stupid fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass and apply for a job? Lazy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ parasites. Hope you die of cancer.

You couldn't get off your fat, ♥♥♥♥♥♥, rotten, malformed, festering ass for a pilot's license, so you wasted money on this game. Have fun with the cardiac arrest. YOU WON'T BE MISSED. TRUTH. HURTS.

Hyped, huh? Is THAT what you are, you're HYPED?! YOU'RE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ HYPED?! OKAY. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M HYPED FOR?! HYPED FOR YOUR ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ DEATH! GRUESOME, PAINFUL DEATH! WHICH I'LL DO WITH MY OWN HANDS!!!!!!

"Oh, so many memories!" Yeah, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ couldn't sell this game on a ♥♥♥♥ console, and they come to STEAM for help. Now THAT is desperation. Do me a favor and jump off of a tall structure. RIGHT NOW.

The fat, disgusting, slimy, gout-ridden weebs finally have a game to call their own. If I could stomp on Ryuko's face and cause her stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ head to explode, IT'D BE THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

Again, none of you deserve basic human rights. A literal piece of ♥♥♥♥ has more integrity than all of you combined and multiplied. One day, I'll smash all of you into little gory pieces. NO. REGRETS.

GET. A. JOB. USE. YOUR. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. BRAINS. FOR. SOMETHING. ACTUALLY. WORTH. A. RAT'S. ♥♥♥♥. OR. COMMIT. SUICIDE. NO. INBETWEEN. ♥♥♥♥. ALL. OF. YOU. WORTHLESS. SCUMBAGS. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. MORONS.

Another fat ♥♥♥♥ gathering spot. Hey, here's a thought! GET A JOB, YOU LAZY PATHETIC PARASITES. EITHER THAT, OR COMMIT SUICIDE. Latter is MUCH more preferable, as you give back to earth. Your choice.

Fat bastards all around the world celebrate the last hurrah of the so-called "boomer shooter", going far enough to use the old engine. If I killed you all, I'd solve world hunger, you fat ♥♥♥♥♥. Die.

So that's how it is? You're going to cite this game as the next generation of shooters even though it's objectively a TERRIBLE game? Well, that's one more person for me to kill. Laugh now, DIE LATER.