The villagers eye you with suspicion. Among the indistinct murmurings of the crowd, you think you can make out words like "infidel," "traitor," "illegitimate," and worse. At length, one member steps forward and clears his throat. From his appearance, you guess correctly that he is some sort of administrator or moderator. "We are a peaceable community. We want nothing more than to mind our own interests and attend to our own entertainment. You look like someone we used to know, and we are willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but your actions… pardon me if I say it just doesn't sit well with a number of us to see… well, to see a WINDOWS game…" Many members of the assembly shudder at the word, others trace warding symbols in the air; a few faint outright. "…to see a Windows game featured prominently right here on our own front gate."
While you assume an aluminum unibody shell is incapable of holding an edge, and that the cords on those designer-colored puck-mice aren't actually attached well enough for offensive use, you begin to feel that explaining yourself would nonetheless be a safer course of action than testing the theory.