PKN, 385. You bumped into a fan on Tarkov, Kyle?

Yeah, a couple of so far. One of them was this guy that I guess I think I purchased something

from him on the flea market in game and recognized my name and he messaged me and he said

he likes to show a lot. But then another guy like I was yelling at NGAME and he went,

Kyle, and I got really scared. I was like, yeah, oh, could you, could you stop shooting

at me? You only hit me once, but if could you stop? Did he hit you first?

We had bitch, I don't know, we had shot each. I felt like I'd shot him more than one time,

but I was all shot the fuck up. So I was happy to stop shooting and make peace with that guy.

It's been fun on Tarkov. Did you charge entry into the clan of some kind? No, no, we used

to call it, we normalize them so that they know they're under you. We used to call our

gaming group the clan, but we had to, we had to stop that that. I ran into a clan. There

was some as well. Let me lay this out. Jail Sunn has described himself this way and

applies to me too. When an animal, a pet can communicate what they need, what they're

looking for, they get it. He delivers it. That's how I am to dogs, whatever, you know,

if that dog needs to go out, needs water, whatever. I'm that guy. I'm that dog's friend.

And I am 48 years old thus far. I have never met a cat that likes me. I've met cats that

hate me. I've met a cat will get either won't come close to me at all or as soon as I attempt

to give it any kind of affection, it hurts me. It'll draw blood from me. I have just like

it's hurt. You are just handling too aggressively. You know, like I bring my hand out to

pet it or something. All cats sucked until today. Today, I'm walking around the neighborhood.

It's rest day and I take Colin out and we go for a walk and like a half a block away.

This fucking chunky boy, this overweight cat starts waddling to me. Successful hunter.

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