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It plays so much more into the sociological implications of its gameplay rather than the purely structural ones. It’s the best battle royale in my opinion. One other reason I think so is because all the modern battle royale games that I’m aware of Don’t Be A Hippo-Twatamus Twatwaffle Cuntasaurous shirt have it where all the players drop out of a plane or flying bus or something and all go in random places and they are forced to move towards each other as the game goes on because of a storm or something, but in Minecraft Hunger Games, everyone starts in the same place, and you have to rush to the chests and survive the big initial battle, and then everyone scatters and you have to go find people to fight. It just has a special charm to it that modern battle royale games lack in my opinion.
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When I was really little I played a fucked up game at Sunday School. We would literally all stand in a circle and then fight our way to a prize in the middle. Everyone would end up injured and violence was common. Hippos have noted this comment and are deciding if they like it or not. Of all the birds he picked one of the worst on the planet Don’t Be A Hippo-Twatamus Twatwaffle Cuntasaurous shirt, too. European Starlings are nothing more than trashbags with wings. Fortunately for them and my legal, a record they certainly died of old age a long time ago. I haven’t been out to the pond in winter. Not exactly easy to get to without skiing 3 miles. But according to other posters link the Sherman Mountains where I found it is a breeding zone for them. I had no clue and it still kinda weirds me out.