So there I was playing the greatest game ever made, munching on Doritos, drinking some of m'dew, you know, just all in all having a euphoric time when something occurred to me. I'd been playing the game for over 900 hours and in that time I'd saved at least five women, three elves and about 1.5 monsters from humans. Humans like me! I began to think, is this game biased towards humans?

Then I started to notice that the humans were kind of mean to Geraldo. Are Witchers not humans? Reading the glossary led me to the realisation that Geraldo is not pure. He is a mutant. A lowly degenerate. The kind that spreads famine, disease and desertion. Suddenly I found myself unable to relate to Geraldo. The humans weren't being mean. They were just stating facts. The man that I once loved became a stranger to me. The game lost all joy and meaning. How am I, a most noble specimen from the purest of gene pools, to relate to such a creature? Tears in my eyes, I had to turn it off.

Is this leftist propaganda? Is our Geraldo an SJW? Please help. I am unable to play other games as the glory of Geraldo's Big Immersive Adventure has rendered all others senile and impotent. I have not climaxed since that fateful night and my balls hang heavy in shame. None could compare to the girth and polish of Geraldo. I must cut my letter short as the mere memory is making me think impure thoughts.

Please help. Surely I am mistaken?

Sincerely, A gamer