'arry

Harry is British. There's no actual H pronounced in his name. He only eats tea and crumpets. 

Ever wonder where your video games come from?

Advertising agencies and website nonsense has led you to believe that machine will copy game after game to give to the world. A naive concept.

Secretly, video games are recreated in underground shelters, similar to old mine shafts, where the queen game lies, similar to that of a queen bee. Games however, are much like their players, asexual, so the queen does not need a mate in order to produce thousands of games. All of these games are forced to live together for years, forced to cannibalize and inbreed (which has resulted in various glitches or the occasional malfunctioning disk in some generations), until only the strong disks are left. The survivors. These games manage to claw their ways through the earth until they are located by game-miners, conveniently disguised as those guys who "copy" video games for a living. 

They are then packaged and furnished to be sold to gamers like you.

These cruel "video game copier men" take all of the credit for the hard working master games in the world, similar to blonde white women take credit for their Asian children. ("No sweetie, you're not adopted! You just got all of our recessive genes!"). Please, raise awareness.

'arry believes in this cause so much that he has made t-shirts, bumper stickers, helicopters, and has written in the sky with a jet plane. 

'Nuff said.