Just imagine this for a few moments.
The year is 1941. You just enlisted in the USN after the attacks on Pearl Harbor. Despite your mother and father protesting because you’re an only child. You go anyway to honor your country and those lost.
You’re sent to the Pacific with the Pacific Fleet. Where you partake in many battles against both the Japanese Navy and support Marines fighting on the beach.
One day your ship is suddenly hit by a torpedo. You gather and save as many men as you can while escaping yourself as your ship sinks. You’re scarred for life but receive a medal, and are honored by your family and home town for your actions during the war.
You go on to marry and live a happy life. A few decades later you’re telling your grandchildren about the war. About all the gallant men you’ve sailed with and all the good men who were sadly lost. Speaking so highly of your ship, and how much you dislike the Japanese still for committing such horrible acts against everyone.
Then your grandson comes over and tells you that he’s found this video game, where your ship which was sunk and houses the bodies of countless men who died with the ship. Is portrayed in the game.
You’re hesitant, but since he’s your grandson and you love him you ask him to show you
Then he shows it to you... the ship you fought for, the ship which YOU lived, slept, shit, ate, laughed, cried, and drank on...
Has been turned into this little fucking girl with tits four times bigger then her own skull wearing very skimpy clothing.
You hate the Japanese even more now. And everything you believed in is a lie.