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2016-04-08 22:15:28 Post No. 333649582
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2016-04-08 22:15:28
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>Daily Cost of Casualisation Thread
>Set the way back machine for bloom and brown
>muh Halo, muh Gears of Wahr (mad world so sad, omg so deep)
>the Wii
>2007 onwards
The problems and diversion from gaming as a medium was inevitable. Big money was knocking at the door, and gamers try as they might couldn't help but let the shills have their Call of Duty 10: Return to more Duty
>More people playing games can only be a good thing right?
>I'd actually like if girls got interested in gaming
>Smart phones happen
>Think of the gaming opportunities, everyone will have a powerful computer in their pocket now, with internet access. Think of the multiplayer!
But multiplayer never happened, no instead flash games were recycled and rebranded as apps once people realized that the controls on mobile games handled like shit.
>inside, most of us died
>but some core devs still upheld games as more than just art or entertainment, games could be an experience. Games could be the next chess, games could be so much more than just a glorified toy or ego boost for some shitlord indie dev.
As we watched the CoDs/Killzones roll out, Minecraft arrive, Blunder Evil 5 and in general a substantial shittier level of "gamer" develop. Titles like Borderlands which were designed with the idea of being little to no challenge at all began rolling out.
Devs like id software and Valve lost their way and became shadows of their former selves. Ultimately too fucking lazy to strive for greatness when you can strive to be a multi-national entity worth billions thanks to Russian fucking plebs.
>But that's not enough
Gamers must die.
They must die so the medium can truly become accessible to everyone is the popular opinion held by feminists and cucks everywhere. Only then will everyone be equal in their minds.
How does it feel to know that in time, all that will be left is old lonely men drawing "1998" on walls/napkins etc with a knowing nod to one another in order to avoid the thought-police?
