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R version; those acrid and self-indulgent puddles of toxic waste aren't going to vomit themselves onto the page, so get on it!
This is one of the few subjects I feel strongly about. My thoughts on this issue using the analogy of conjoined twins Timmy and his brother Geoffry;
There is a limited time-frame during which the weaker of the two, ol' Geoffry, glows with the warm light of life, its eyes aglow with wonder and amazement and I suppose its a wonderful thing for Mommy and Daddy (First day adopters) and then fate must run its course, they are overtaken by the consumption that has ravaged their lungs before Timmy and Geoffry reach their first year. Poor, sad little Geoffry. He just can not handle the weight this life thrusts upon him, despite the help of Timmy, and he too expires just as the stench from Mommy and Daddy's room becomes unbearable. By the time I get my hands on the poor lad(s), Timmy is standing there with a wrinkled and dried up husk hanging from his hip, flapping in the breeze. Great. Just what I wanted. The fine gentleman that sold this orphan to me promised me two good workers and what do I get? A sickly, frail child with his dead brother hanging on as a constant reminder of the nutrients that would have made Timmy the greatest slave the world had ever known (if I'd have let him out of the basement which is just crazy talk) if they hadn't been stolen from him in the womb. Yes, I imagine even Geoffry would have been great but that whore of a mother couldn't leave well enough alone, she had to dress like a cheap harlot and every Tom, Dick, and Harry (developers) wanted a piece. Just had to have it all, didn't ya? Well now ya got NOTHING, YOU'RE NOTHING YOU WORTHLESS WHORE, HEY, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SNOT *backhanded slap* You'd do well to watch where you're pointin' them eyes, boy, or you might find yourself waking up one morning two eyes lighter, course, Geoffry's got a fine set of peepers you can borrow, ain't that right Geoffry! *loud, gruff laughter in tandem with several knee slaps* It's not like your mother being a whore is any secret anyway, now wipe them tears and get back to building that box that's roughly your size yet unrelated to you in anyway.
I really had some good points in there but it took on a life of its own. So, in summation, Multiplayer is a waste of resources if people aren't all going to be playing your game at the same time, unless of course its co-op or some other alternative to modes requiring more than 2-4 people. Furthermore, tying trophies to it is just stupid or incredibly grandiose if you aren't Infinity Ward or Dice. So, not only do I have to know that the single player campaign is shorter and less fleshed out, possibly missing rocking, super dope mechanics or totally bitchin'content that will possibly be sold to me later as DLC, the part of the game responsible for this is USELESS to me if people aren't online, or the servers are down, which they will be one day. I love nothing more than paying to cover the costs of two things when only one is available to me. It's all ok though, to me, due to one thing. BOTS (for anyone savvy to this kind of thing, is it possible to design A.I. routines that can be universally applied throughout all games? A.I. has to be one of the most difficult and important, therefore time-consuming and without fail unfinished in some respects by release, so it makes sense to save time by using a known winner, but I suppose someone would be licensing their A.I. by now if that were possible). So, Black Ops, I applaud you for letting me play Bots. Counterstrike: GO, lookin at you too kiddo *eye wink/tongue click/hand pistol thingie*. Even if they are crap Bots, at least I can access the content. Seriously, it's time we put an end to this people, stand with me and let them know that we won't tolerate any more wilted husks born of a whore attached to our games.
