Reminds me of that artist who “reimagined” Disney princesses with “realistic body proportions.” And by “realistic body proportions,” I mean “fat.”

I would think that running away from home, being in the army, facing weeks of intense combat training, Marching across your entire country, finding the elite forces of the army you are apart of destroyed totally, Surviving an ambush, facing down an entire hoard of soldiers who would tear your limbs off when they captured you, killing all of them with an ingenuous plan, getting kicked out of the army you just saved for being something you have no control over, discovering that several of the elite soldiers of the army you just killed survived and were on their way to continue their quest to destroy your nation, launching a daring rescue to save your nations leader, kill the main commander of the enemy army in one on one combat, be declared a hero by your nations leader and finally come home to be embraced by a father who was always proud of you no matter what you were, would be a more mentally taxing experience than being in an air controlled environment where there are numerous laws and safety nets designed to keep you safe and secure.