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Man, I had this huge, vitriolic rant typed up because I was bored and slightly miffed and I like making fun of things, and I feel like the only time I'm funny is when I write something in an angered tone of voice, so I was going on this mocking tirade about Squeenix and stuff. I even made it family friendly by replacing all the swear words with unintelligible vocabulary derived from the language of the natives of planet Zarqwom.
Now I just don't wanna. I'd feel silly.
So instead, enjoy some excerpts taken from the ravings of an inordinately unstable man-child on an emotional high who's a little bit too invested in the graphics running around on his computer screens.
Right! Carry on with your night, gentlemen (and women).
Now I just don't wanna. I'd feel silly.
So instead, enjoy some excerpts taken from the ravings of an inordinately unstable man-child on an emotional high who's a little bit too invested in the graphics running around on his computer screens.
Quote:Apparently their whole shtick was to walk into a board room, write "personal housing" on it in large capital letters, then spend nine hours or so flicking granola bars and onigiri at it until it made sense...
Quote:...including some incredible price gouging that would make John D. Rockefeller spin in his grave so kwagging fast his corpse would become a source of infinite energy, and the world's first perpetual motion device...
Quote:That's not to imply that drinking bleach at your own wedding would be any better, but my point still stands: it's a terrible berpham idea.
Quote:I could accept that, except I don't, because it's extremely gorking confusing to introduce an individualistic feature like personal housing--emphasis on the frelling word personal--and then make the prices completely dependent on asking your mates to help you raise gil in time for you to buy a plot before it all vanishes like a politician's credibility vanishes in the wake of a triple homicide scandal.Â
Quote:It's one thing to tell me "No you can't have this", and another thing completely to tell me "Yes you can have this but oh wait, let me cut off some of your fingers first, sorry I didn't mention that part, oops slipped my mind. We know we said we wouldn't cut off your fingers but, uh, we lied. Whoops."
Right! Carry on with your night, gentlemen (and women).