I confess, I love my son a lot. Yes, it should come to no surprise that a handful of us backloggd users are old enough to be blessed with offspring of our own. Being a young'un still, he gets a lot of pleasure watching me disintegrate myself with a rocket and shouting a plethora of gamer words as I get killed by the slowest moving imp projectile I never registered. My rages are something like cinema for the little rascal (though arguably less fun than window staring), and I'm somewhat envious; back in my day, we were forced to watch our parents connect same colored balls on their highscore grinds. A time when cacodemons knew peace for our caretakers would never corrupt us with demonic viscera. And I admit, parenting isn't my strongest suit; I should be stricter, avert the little devil's eyes from harmful media. But does it matter if we enjoy our father-son time together?

ps: Yes, at an age I find appropriate he too will be allowed to go chasing his brightest, scorching stars. To preserve his innocence, however, we will start with something like Pokemon Sun - I mean just look at him!