On August the 12th I finally met my good friend Action Hero for the first time in person. It was a brief encounter, a few shouted greetings across a police barricade, but it would portend a far graver set of events later in the day. Like myself, Action Hero was in Charlottesville Virginia for the first Annual Ethics in Gaming Journalism Conference. He was a family man, an Army veteran, just a normal white guy advocating for his right to exist. Upon arrival, like the rest of us he was beset by attacks from counter-protestors but eventually fought his way through the gauntlet of Antifa and shitlibs into Lee Park itself. Not long after our initial meeting of a few short exchanges across the barricades, the snorting Pig Cops in riot gear shoved all of us back down into the waiting arms of frenzied cucks and degenerates. Flipping on his sunglasses, Action Hero went to work. It was time to kick ass and shitpost in secret social media groups, and he was all out of shitposts.
