The year is 2045. My two sons, Cybershell Jr. and Spore Creature Creator are crying because I refuse to let them play any modern video games until they 100% Sonic Adventure 2. One of them (I can't tell them apart) keeps failing to A-Rank mission 4 of Metal Harbor as I cackle.
With this character's death, the thread of prophecy is severed. Restore a saved game to restore the weave of fate, or persist in the doomed world you have created.
Retardmaxxing is appropriating what it means to be truly retarded. Everyone wants to get stuck in their own head less and go with the flow more, sure. But as a truetard I am a proponent of not knowing words, failing basics tasks, and genuinely having 80 IQ.