Look at all the sniveling fanboys butt hurt about the PC master race thing. It's like if something isn't said with complete dripping sarcasm then it couldn't possibly be meant as a joke. Lord help you people if you ever decide to read Hitchhikers Guide To the Galaxy, you'll probably end up taking it so seriously your entire body will follow your head as it recedes up your ass and then you'll pop out of existence.
I can't help but think of a metaphor at a time like this. It's like people on the Titanic sneering at the folks who claim that the life boats are a better alternative to staying on the bigger ship. Yes those life boats might be smaller and you'll have to row them yourself, and we sure did stick our noses up at them once before, but now we shall indeed sing their praises because they are the only safe way to go compared to the alternative of sinking into the frozen depths of the atlantic. But no, keep sneering, folks, saying we're so smug and douchebaggy for wanting to not die, call us the "life saving little boat master race", a phrase we might have joined in saying with just as much condescension, but I imagine it shall be hard to judge when you're sinking into the depths (of mediocrity and being taken advantage of as a consumer) while we float away above water watching you flail and try to convince us it's not actually all that bad when you've already been reduced to an icicle.
I'll just be here playing Recettear [http://www.carpefulgur.com/recettear/], the greatest game ever made in the history of ever. Enjoy Knack, I'm sure you wont get bored with it inside of a month and find there's nothing else to do with your expensive brick of a console.
