I wasn't always from a First World Country. As a child, I grew up in a remote forest village. I had a very good friend named Chico, and we would often Play together. My Father, a wise and venerable elder, often warned us not to explore too far, for there was a Tyrannical military force surrounding the borders of the Forest. However, Chico was an inherently curious child. He'd often spend hours begging, pleading for us to explore further and further away from the Village. This went on for months. Then, finally, on a dark and stormy day, I cut off his head to stop him from Annoying everybody.