Just when we thought the princess "Flea" was finally forced by reality's helplessness and lowered her noble head into the rude love of the ugly giant, but unexpectedly was sprayed all over the screen by the blood of the giant's aorta. The filthy princess straightened her body and watched the creature who savagely loved her in her own way, struggling to die, with all kinds of sentiments in her eyes complicated. Love in reality does not exist in the cave. We can't expect the noble princess to really compromise to the ravages of giant monsters like a cowardly village woman, just as the princess can't expect marriage and handsome men to bring her a new world and order. The order of this world is ridiculous and ridiculous like the giant flea raised by a king, but it is a bloody price to break the order and rules of this world. desire corresponds action. Although I don't know whose blood will be shed. People's class attributes will reflect instinct in certain life-saving moments. Watching the princess being dragged and raped all the way, I thought to myself what was the meaning of being alive, wouldn't I just merge into the blue sky after jumping down? But the princess is a princess after all, a natural fighter. Even if there is a trace of vitality, even if you sacrifice all the people who save yourself. As long as "I" is still "I" in the end, it will be worth how many people die. For Violet, the giant monster’s feelings that are close to animal instincts are basically worthless; the group performance of the troupe will die if you die, and you can commemorate them later, and people will praise them. What a holy king'. Although the order of the masculine world once made her desperate for life, Violet is after all the woman who wants to become a king. Only those who have never seen the world will be caught by these little touches. When the princess was covered with blood and took back the head of the giant monster, she said loudly: "Let's see the fate of the husband you chose for me." This sounds like a passionate declaration of feminism, implying the rise of a female ruler's self-consciousness. However, when Violet raised his young and beautiful face to the sky at the enthronement ceremony, another young and beautiful queen, who was the only woman, fled hastily because of the failure of magic. The order is still that order. In the order, the female players are heartbroken and physically and mentally damaged. What they get is a new identity of a male player with double peaks and long hair. From this story, we have learned several points of knowledge: Class is always a class, people are always sacrificed, and feminism is a false proposition. And the'I' is a prescribed subject who cannot go beyond the compromise and compassion within a certain scope. Either crying is funny, being tenderly loved, or being brutally forced, it's just a loach on a talc. Fortunately, you and I are still willing to do our best to stay in place.
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