Let's say, I go to a certain shop, a little out of town. The shop specialises in selling what I need. I've been going there for years. I tell others it's a great shop, they should go sometime. Other people call me weird, and make fun of me for going to that shop. They'd never go there, because it doesn't sell what they need and it's too far away to go regularly. An express version (y'know, like the babby tesco expresses) of that same shop opens up nearer my house, and I am happeh. It still sells the things I need, maybe a few less, but that's ok, because, it looks great, and its nearer, more accessible.
Then, I go in the shop one day, to find out that everyone who's made fun of me for going in that shop when it was far away or didn't sell what they needed, is now in there, and ranting and raving about how fucking good this shop is, why didn't they go before.
Can you understand why I'd be pissed?
Everyone and their grandmothers is on the skyrim hype this week and last. And that annoys my tits off. Because it's somehow because the hipster cool thing to play it. Why!? None of you shitheads knew anything about Oblivion, let alone morrowind. I used to get called a faggot for signing off the shitpiece of gaming that is COD4 to play oblivion instead, back in the day. Also, are any of these casuals playing properly? Like actually developing characters, exploring, side-questing? Or is it just everyone rolling the default presets, not bothering to customise your character, and hammering at the main quest with a draconian sense of direction, using fucking prima guides!? Prima guides!? Why don't you just fuck off back to COD if you're going to use them, they don't have a place in the sandbox genre. And they're playing it on consoles. I won't get started on that or I'll be here all night.
Why has it suddenly become acceptable to play Skyrim? Because they simplified it so much you could train a monkey to play it, and now nobody has to deal with the intimidating numbers?
Look, all I'm saying is, everyone needs to jump the fuck off the horse-drawn bandwagon before you make it crash and burn. The fact they removed a shitton of valuable, game-making skills and just completely ditched attributes from the series just to get this new audience of prima-guide gobbling cunts half interested has really, really, awoken some serious nerd rage in me.
Just because MW3 was a rehashed donkey-dick sucking piece of shit, that doesn't mean you should be coming over to my games, console peasants, acting like skyrim is the best thing since slice bread. Educate yourselves. Go play Oblivion, or Morrowind if you have the balls and you're not a graphics fag. This shits always been around, and it's been better before.
Also, Lewis; I thought the end of space marine was ridiculously disappointing too. Nemeroth should have been a boss like the Ork warboss, but bigger and better. As a WH40K fan, my mind was boggled, and pissed. If Titus was of such prowess to have done the things he did, if he really had been a heretic who was warp touched, he could easily have smashed the small inquisition force's faces in. On the contrary, there was no fucking way a regular space marine could have taken on a half chaos prince like Nemeroth, regardless of the free-falling advantage. It would take squad of 5-10 marines. Also, did Leandros contact the inquisition? if not, it would have been impossible for them to have known. If they had however, that actually would have happened. The inquisition are cunts of 40k, who'll just blow everything up at the slightest touch of naughtyness. Great game. Wank end.
Also "Metal Gear Solid (The Original Good Ones)" - Not counting the slightly weaker PSP entries, 1, 2, 3 AND 4 were all solid (badum-tsh) games. Really.
@ Oli: fuck you, I've told you I'm not paying for that, why don't you buy a new one with the money you'd spend on getting faggot-ass snake bites instead you filthy hipster cuntjob. You'll look a tool, you don't have the face for it, and you've just gone waaay wrong mate.
That's it. My rants are over. I'm fucking done. Here's a little picture to illustrate my feelings throughout this whole textual adventure.
Merrynight.
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