Computer games, as an industry, has an illness. It’s a virus, containing no living, useful function, spreading by hijacking legitimate thoughts and infesting them with hate and it’s own sickness.
Whining.
I am tired of you, computer game whiners. I am waiting, impatiently, for a wave of enlightenment to hit your self-righteous, entitled asses. A perfect moment of clarity, where you see your vile, poison-spewing selves as the worthless pieces of puerile shit you are.
I invite you to take a look at the recently rescusitated Fallout 3 forums. Even after weeks of dedicated purging by the stoic mods, new hate-spewing, whinging, whining threads appear every day. By the hundreds. Time and time again, their serves have folded under the shit-flinging pre-neanderthal ape onslaught.
It’s a bullshit situation where the teams of 30-40 or so makers have to face daily essays about how much they suck because they dare to make decisions contrary to the self-serving “will of the people” - frequently opinions held by less than a tenth of the forum-goers - and keep on trucking. For years.
The creators should be held in the highest regard for what they are; givers of life. You wouldn’t spit in a pregnant woman’s face, even though she won’t name her kid after your dog’s pet name, would you? You wouldn’t torch a painting 'cause it’s not what you’d like, would you? These people work miracles and create amazing experiences. Yet, every time a Bethesda official dares set foot in a topic, pages up and pages down of shitflinging and whining invariably follows.
Go to hell, guys. No, really, fuck you. And fuck off.
You’re the goddamned fan base. Act like it. Any author, director, producer, musician or artist with you guys as fans would’ve shot himself in depression.
Yeah, still sorry about the language. Not my first language, and it’s late.