Your lack of consideration for your audience is hilarious, really. The only reason I can stand you is that I've been people more obnoxious than you. Well, one of the only reasons. My patience is infinite, when I choose it to be. Word in my inbox is you're some kind of god? Feeling a bit cramped, are we?
I almost feel sorry for you.
Almost, because I'm not really inclined to pity. It definitely makes you pathetic.
And unlucky, because I'm guessing you don't play much in the way of video games, which is just too bad for you.
Welcome to Foolery.
Population: you.
This place isn't limited by cultural norms, or technological ceilings, or societal development, or the presence or absence of specific resources or innovations. It's limited by genre, plot, and textual synergy. Put short, you're limited by the meta.
You're a player character, I'm a player character, and we are both fully bound in and by the system we now inhabit. No undo button, no rewrites, no deleting your account, or yourself, or anything else for that matter. The hard drive of the universe can't be accessed from in-game. Even if you pop it open, crack the lid on it like you just rolled the fattest chest of loot at the end boss and dig around in the script... but you don't have the power to use those console commands anyway.
It's a cutesy kid-friendly paradise-cum-purgatory. Endless days and nights of turn-down-for-nothin monotony; background music, level grinding, friendship and fun.
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I almost feel sorry for you.
Almost, because I'm not really inclined to pity. It definitely makes you pathetic.
And unlucky, because I'm guessing you don't play much in the way of video games, which is just too bad for you.
Welcome to Foolery.
Population: you.
This place isn't limited by cultural norms, or technological ceilings, or societal development, or the presence or absence of specific resources or innovations. It's limited by genre, plot, and textual synergy. Put short, you're limited by the meta.
You're a player character, I'm a player character, and we are both fully bound in and by the system we now inhabit. No undo button, no rewrites, no deleting your account, or yourself, or anything else for that matter. The hard drive of the universe can't be accessed from in-game. Even if you pop it open, crack the lid on it like you just rolled the fattest chest of loot at the end boss and dig around in the script... but you don't have the power to use those console commands anyway.
It's a cutesy kid-friendly paradise-cum-purgatory. Endless days and nights of turn-down-for-nothin monotony; background music, level grinding, friendship and fun.