Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… uh… Cookie Run R34 thing, whatever that is. I ain’t no spring chicken, ya know? This newfangled stuff, it gets me all confused. But I’ll try my best, just like I try to get them weeds out of my garden.
First off, from what I gather, this Cookie Run thing is a game. Kids these days, always glued to their phones and whatnots. Sounds like a whole lotta cookies running around, which is kinda silly if ya ask me. Cookies are for eatin’, not runnin’! But hey, to each their own, I always say. They got all sorts of cookies too, like this Burning Spice Cookie. Sounds like it’d give ya heartburn, if you ask me.
Now, this “R34” part… well, let’s just say it ain’t somethin’ I’m used to talkin’ about. Seems like folks are takin’ these cookie characters and makin’… well, pictures and stories that ain’t exactly wholesome, if ya catch my drift. Like drawin’ them cookies in ways they weren’t meant to be. I seen some strange things in my days, but this… this takes the cake, I tell ya.
- Seems like there are a whole bunch of cookies in this game. 149 of ‘em, they say. That’s a lot of cookies to keep track of! More than I bake in a whole year, that’s for sure. And this Dark Enchantress Cookie, she’s the bad one, the villain. Always gotta have a bad guy, stirrin’ up trouble. Just like that old rooster we had, always peckin’ at the hens.
- And folks are talkin’ about these cookies all over the place. TikTok, Reddit, all them fancy internet places. They’re sharin’ pictures and videos, arguin’ about who’s the best cookie, who’s the strongest. Reminds me of the county fair, everyone braggin’ about their prize-winning pumpkin.
This Burning Spice Cookie, she’s a tough one, they say. A “charge-type unit,” whatever that means. She’s good at hittin’ hard and takin’ hits. Sounds like a good farmhand, strong and sturdy. I could use someone like that to help me with the harvest.
And then there’s all this talk about “truth or dare,” and “arguments.” Sounds like the kinda stuff teenagers get up to. Always testin’ each other, pushin’ boundaries. Makes me think of my grandkids, always gettin’ into mischief.
Now, about this whole “R34” business again… I ain’t gonna lie, it makes me a bit uncomfortable. It’s like takin’ somethin’ innocent and… well, not so innocent anymore. I heard someone say somethin’ about “the more beautiful and pure a thing is, the more satisfyin’ it is to corrupt it.” That don’t sound right to me. Why would anyone want to do that? It’s like stompin’ on a perfectly good flower just for the fun of it.
I guess some folks just have different ideas about what’s entertainin’. Maybe they’re bored, or maybe they just like makin’ a fuss. Me? I prefer a good cup of tea and a chat with my neighbor. But hey, the world’s a big place, and folks are gonna do what they’re gonna do. I just hope they don’t forget how to be decent to each other, and to these… well, cookies, I guess.
Cookie Run Kingdom, they call it. Seems like a whole ‘nother world, with its own rules and its own ways. And this “R34” stuff, well, it’s part of that world, whether I like it or not. I just hope them kids are careful, and don’t get too caught up in all this. There’s more to life than cookies and pictures, that’s for sure.
Anyway, that’s about all I got to say on this… Cookie Run R34 thing. I’m gonna go make myself a sandwich now. All this talkin’ has made me hungry. And I think I’ll stick to regular cookies, the kind you can eat with a glass of milk.
