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I’m about to tell a story that I’ve long wanted to write about but always kept postponing. Finally, the current political climate has made it somewhat topical, so I guess there’s my excuse to dust off this blog.
Recently, there’s been a lot of talk about age verification and tightening control over what minors can and cannot see online, regardless of what they seek. Much is being said about how the Internet is rotting young people’s brains by allowing them access to inherently damaging things, like pornography and political narratives disapproved by the Western establishment. Good were the days of growing up before the Internet! Children would go out with friends after school, teens would hang out in malls, and it was super duper impossible to expose their sensible brains to content grandma wouldn’t approve! Without the Internet, teenagers didn’t even know what sex was until they turned 18! As we all know, on the night of their eighteenth birthday, Satan would crawl to people’s beds in their sleep and sully their pure souls with the hitherto unknown feelings of horniness and lust.
And what a magical era were the early 90s! Not only was the Internet still a niche thing only for weird stinky degenerate nerds, but we also had good games. You know, the Super Nintendo was out! And the Game Boy! And the Mega Drive! Children’s spaces were strictly enforced, and all was well. No pornography, no serious topics, no LGBTQ accep— uuuhh let’s not talk about that last one. Look! Child safety!
Today’s story is, naturally, about the Mega Duck.
