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| Boo Hoo. by Mischief Professional 02/20/2012, 3:42pm PST | ||||
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| I just read a thread pertaining to Phantom Menace 3D where people called George Lucas every variation of cunt known to the English language and some even threatened physical harm, no one's rushing to his defense. I guess designing videogames and having a vagina is a great deal!
She's a professional video game writer. She's not putting out her stories on the internet to spread ideas, she's selling a product and saying the quality of her workmanship is worth sacrificing a day of your life doing miserable labor for a shit job. Everybody knows from an early age you've got to be a picky customer or you'll get hustled. That the internet acts to intensify people's rage to crazy levels that would be intolerable IRL is nothing new. Right now I'm playing the shit out of Witcher 2 which has fantastic gameplay (the lovechild of Jedi Knight and Godhand), a really interesting and original story, and gorgeous graphics. What's more, it's clear that this game was a labor of love. After years of permanent death cutscenes in RPGs for characters I'd fed hundreds of phoenix downs to earlier, someone working on Witcher 2 said, "hey, Geralt has a spell that controls his enemy's minds to make them fight for him in combat, why not use that spell to persuade stubborn NPCs in negotiations?" and they went ahead and added that to the game! There are so many details in the game that go above and beyond Dragon Age 2's "Good Enough for Govenment Work" standard. What's more, they had the balls and the respect for their customers to release the game DRM-free! Male or Female, she bilked her customers with an inferior product (her shitty writing) and she should have kept her big mouth shut while she was ahead. Buying a lemon from a used car dealer is bad enough. Going to the bar and hearing that used car dealer bragging loudly to his friends about how he suckered you into thinking that lemon was a quality car is how bar fights get started. Same with designers who sell you a crappy game, then express nothing but contempt for the product they make. Poor John Romero. |
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