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Blizzard Sued for Death of Gamer
Somatic writes "In the latest saga over online gaming addiction in China, the parents of a 13-year-old Tianjin boy are suing the makers of World of Warcraft, blaming the game for the death of their son, according to the Chinese news agency Xinhua. The parents filed a suit against Blizzard Entertainment on Wednesday, saying their son jumped to his death while reenacting a scene from the game, the report said. The parents are backed by the anti-Internet addiction advocate Zhang Chunliang. Mr. Chunliang has spoken to 63 parents whose children have allegedly suffered from online gaming addiction and plans to file a class-action suit, according to the report."
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Does Blizzard have a rough estimate of the World of Warcraft subscribers by country?
Top 10 gun safety rules
9) "Dumb children may get a hold of your guns and shoot eachother. If your children are dumb, put them up for adoption to protect yor guns"
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This is like suing the porn industry for a sprained wrist.