Before I had played this game, midgets (of all shapes, sizes and categories) evoked disgust in me. I was repulsed by their little fingers that, like weird, compact hot-dog sausages, would twiddle around in motions not unlike those of a hyperactive child. I couldn't even stand to think about them - I would get physically frightened of the contents of my own head if I allowed these monstrosities to enter it. It all reached a turning point when my daughter asked to marry a midget - fuming, I locked her fiancee in a broom cupboard (he couldn't put up much resistance, the miniscule jerk) and covered him with a bucket).

My daughter, trying to shift my views, advised me to play The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - and I have to say, never have I had such an emotional experience. All my prejudices, all the inclinations and proclivities I had stored within me (all of which related to hating midgets) were gone. Vanished. Destroyed by Alexander Morton pretending to be a dwarf. I love midgets now.

Before I had played this game, midgets (of all shapes, sizes and categories) evoked disgust in me. I was repulsed by their little fingers that, like weird, compact hot-dog sausages, would twiddle around in motions not unlike those of a hyperactive child. I couldn't even stand to think about them - I would get physically frightened of the contents of my own head if I allowed these monstrosities to enter it. It all reached a turning point when my daughter asked to marry a midget - fuming, I locked her fiancee in a broom cupboard (he couldn't put up much resistance, the miniscule jerk) and covered him with a bucket). My daughter, trying to shift my views, advised me to play The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt - and I have to say, never have I had such an emotional experience. All my prejudices, all the inclinations and proclivities I had stored within me (all of which related to hating midgets) were gone. Vanished. Destroyed by Alexander Morton pretending to be a dwarf. I love midgets now.