The “Laura is a bad character design” bandwagon never fails to disappoint. It’s fucking Street Fighter. There is a green guy with electricity powers. He doesn’t even electrocute you, he electrocutes his fucking self first and then you second. And you know what we did in the 90s? We shrugged our shoulders and nodded at each other, “Oh shucks! Capcom is so wacky!” What will they think of next? They thought of a 7 foot tall Mexican and then they took a lunch break for 3 months and decided that thinking of new characters for Street Fighter was hard work for a pre-globalized world with fair wages. Let’s see, we can make a game in one year that pulls enough profit to pay for each employee that worked on this for…let me get my calculator out, that’s 5 million dollars per person here at Capcom. Ahhhhhh just steal Bruce Lee and keep the money. And Fei Long was and is loved, for no reason, really. Back then, you could take risks on retarded ideas and people would still love you. Think about it - the fact that someone went to a board meeting, just got done making a sketch of Ryu, and another man spoke up and said said “Okay, and then we make an Indian guy with stretchy legs.” And they did. And despite Indians having no cultural relevance to stretchy legs, or fuck, cultural relevance in fighting or games in general? We have Dhalsim. Are we better for it? Yes, he adds something to the game and because it was the 90s, it wasn’t for diversity or hashtags, it was just because some idiots in Japan were not ashamed that they didn’t know anything about India. They had no ideas then and they still released a Street Fighter every year because it was profitable. Laura is a Dostoevsky character compared to T Hawk. They put Street Fighter on every system. They put it on a system with only 3 fucking buttons that couldn’t produce anything that sounded human and told you to buy a controller for their game, and then told you to fuck off, No more street fighter games, and sorry about the controller you had to buy to play our game. Oh and all the characters sound like they have cystic fibrosis on the Genesis version, too. Look that up in Encarta. Games made money with no problem: For christ sake, they released a game where you needed to buy another game just to make the first game work - and it was a flagship Sonic game for $70 bucks…and it MADE money. Sonic and Knuckles was an extortion project, not a videogame. It didn’t make “Uhh this game is successful, but we can’t fund a sequel by ourselves” successful, it was “Let’s put this faggot in a game about Pinball because Pinball rhymes with Spinball, a word we just made up.” successful. The 90s were a time when you could make shit up without risk. You could fail at everything in life and still get a job in middle management making a good income. If Sonic Spinball could be made un-ironically, then so can your salary. Now kids without STEM degrees are called worthless by job-secure 59 year olds in hiring HR. "Look, I don’t think you’re qualified for this job, Microsoft Excel can be very daunting. 900 people are competing for this job, and I found 500 math PhDs in Bangladesh who are willing to do the work over Skype. “It says here you have a degree in History: I had a degree in history too, art history - it’s just like regular history only less. Fuck you.” So part of our interview is to figure out a way for me to justify why I can work here and why you can’t - which is hard because, keep in mind, I have some brown people that will work over Gmail and pay for their own long-distance Skype credit, which saves me about 99% of an otherwise healthy worker’s salary per year. A few questions: Do you have a math PhD? No? Do you have the motivation to work under pressure…hold on i’m not done…Do you have the motivation to work under pressure even if you’re being paid in circus peanuts? It’s not looking good for you. What makes you think you’re in demand in a capitalist system that appraises your worth based on whether or not you can do a job better than poor people with the internet? Let me reiterate, I have a degree in art history - why should I hire someone that basically is just me + all other history? How do you think we stay competitive in the marketplace if we have people like me who have a degree in Peter Rabbit Illustration and don’t seek out the absolute most unfortunate people with the best credentials? I have a guy with a math PhD from Nigeria that cleans our toilets remotely from a computer. What he doesn’t know is that I piss all over the toilet seat on purpose. I literally just piss all over the toilet seat just to tell a black man to clean up my refuse, and godamnit if I will give back what Capitalism gave me just so I can go back to pissing vanilla-style. I work long-dick style from now on and I ain’t going back to vanilla style. I can piss and shit anywhere I want and a black man controlling a robot will always be not that far behind me, remind me again why I’m not the richest man in the world? The economy has evolved - workers that used to use Excel 2005, now need to know Excel 2015 at this company - …Excel 2005 was easy for liberal arts majors, but 2015? Much easier, actually. …it’s actually way easier for just about anyone to do work these days…and because of that, my piss gets cleaned by robots. Anyone can do this job and everyone needs it, hence piss robots. Only got one piss-robot but a long line of workers looking to pilot it. Poor people clean piss like it’s their last day on earth…and if you piss as much as I do, they’re spending their last day on earth a lot of times a day. It’s Groundhog Piss day for these guys, and I am the groundhog. If some brown kid can convince me that I can call him racial slurs AND sign a non-disclosure agreement about said racial slurs, AND that he can get work done through GChat? Let’s use the Groundhog Day analogy again…Name the only cool person older than 50. Bill Murray. I’m Bill Murray the Groundhog, baby. Devalue, debase, and reduce every last thing on this earth in the name of efficient markets and if you get to the end, you’re Bill Murray. That’s some economics they don’t teach you in school. Welcome to the big leagues. I want a candidate that knows how economics works - not some socialist that reduces our competitive advantage in the world. We use Microsoft fucking Excel here. This isn’t a fucking game. Microsoft Excel is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, and I’m still doing it 20 years later…it’s practically the only thing I’ve done at this job for the past 20 years. The efficiency of being able to rename a servile little indian boy a SandNog on GChat in the same interface that I receive his work in and I get to pay him in beach shells? Uhh someone get me off the this gravy train because my goose is cooked and papa is ready to eat. That is why I voted Ron Paul - papa wants to eat. If the Efficient markets have worked themselves out to the point where I can call a desperate brown kid a sandnigger and get work that is more efficient and productive for it then we’ve won. Tell me what the difference is between a sandnigger that does good work and a white person that does good work? I’ll give you a hint: If I can’t call either of them sandniggers, there is no difference. Okay that wasn’t a hint, that was the answer and I’m giving it to you long dick style. There are so many people from countries that I don’t respect waiting to be hired… I’ll eventually get to a Sophie’s Choice situation - “Do I pick this guy who doesn’t mind that I call him a CamelBoo (Jigaboo+Camel) or do I pick the white guy? Hold on with the Street Fighter and Laura shit, I’m talking to you about economics - fucking always with the videogames, these kids. I pick the CamelBoo because Papa wants to eat. When I was your age, I could afford a car in 5 months on overtime pay alone, but I’m saving money on the fact that Banglor speaks a language that doesn’t have a word for “Overtime”. I want a payroll tax exemption for making him a non-salaried subcontractor, and he wants to understand why I keep asking for “More Clocks” in Google Translate. It’s because your country is too poor to have a word that means getting more money at your discretion. It’s a superfluous word for you. Of course you want overtime - that’s like having four different words for “chicken wings”. Of course I want to have the edible kind of chicken wings - I’m so rarely going to speak about a chicken’s wings in the context of anything but fried chicken, the word is not necessary. Did you know that both Pakistan and the US don’t have a word that represents the low-level humiliation of manning a robot that cleans my piss all day? Was there a word for the feeling of cool satisfaction that a man got from a nice shoe shine an affable and willing negro gave to man in Birmingham in the 1930s? No, but that shoe got polished. And so shall the toilet seat. That’s a lot of math PhDs, that are literally just waiting to be called a nigger by me - a guy that still asks his employees to help him “log on the dotcoms” to check my aol email account. The real injustice is not that I continue to use AOL 3.0 like a security blanket, but that if a competing company is not filled with people like me I have to get more wizkid brown nerds to make up for it. I am a liability and yet I steer this ship away from the iceberg. I am the emperor with no clothes. I must bear the burden of the nakedness I have resolved to live in. I am exposed. And you are blaming me for spilling a little pee-pee or, god forbid, soaking the entire bathroom at work every 20 to 30 minutes? Even Jesus had to go to the bathroom when he was on the cross for 3 days. You think he just held it in because he was embarassed? Do you hold me to a higher standard than Jesus? It’s a highly pissable bathroom and I’m a highly pissable man. That is my only sin. You think you have it tough because you can’t get a job? I have to call 9000 kids named Rameen and sometimes I can’t even make it to the end of the phone call to get to the part where I unapologetically make racial jokes that they don’t understand. I called this one guy a SandySpook - you know, like the Sandy Hook shooting. I called him an entire massacre. SandySpook this, SandySpook that. I even got frustrated that he wasn’t feeling shitty about himself, so I got obvious about it and started calling him “Dead Children”. I literally called the guy Dead Children. He only started to notice that I was called him different things when I accidentally referred to him as “Dead Kids”. If he had a problem with it, I got 8999 others who are willing to play part to their own degradation and abuse. I didn’t make the rules of capitalism - if someone will clean up my piss by remotely controlling a robot for 5 cents an hour - do you get mad at the piss? No, you get mad at the toilet for being so pissable. Then you get mad at the entire bathroom for getting piss all over it. But do you blame the pisser or the piss-ee? No, he must piss. And maybe he doesn’t have to piss all over the place, but who cares who has to clean up my piss if it isn’t me? Were we talking about Street Fighter? Yes people were retarded and retarded people were a valuable part of the gaming economy. It was a good thing because we got interesting shit from retards. Retards with money are as useful as Investment Banks, they don’t make anything to give the world, but they give their money to someone else that does and then the government has to give them welfare because they shit their pants too much. But it wasn’t just retards that shit their panties… when UMVC3 was released so soon, people went apeshit. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that that’s how buying shit works. You are supposed to buy shit that you like and then it and things like it gets made again. You’re not supposed to not buy shit that you like. Even fucking retard in the 90s knew that. There are indie games and then there are triple A games - the mid-tier games don’t exist anymore, and 1 or 2 AAA games are all some studios budget out. The mid-tier is gone now. In the 90s, Capcom made SF2 for SNES and then they made SF2 for the Amiga. Is that really that crazy? Imagine being a Capcom employee in the 90s and you’re coming back from your lunchbreak, which was a few days longer than you expected, in Italy, and you knew that you could make a profit by putting your game on a system that nobody has anyway - those SF2 devs had so much money that they didn’t know what to do with: they literally did not know what to do with it. They made an Amiga SF2, an Atari SF2, a Commodore 64 SF2 - then they made some more SF2s, then they got millions of dollars for it. To this day, nobody knows what an Amiga is, yet they still pulled a profit on just the people that bought Amiga by accident. That’s the 90s in a nutshell, you can make whatever you want because and you can make a profit from people that buy your shit by accident, and if you can’t, you really had nothing to offer anyone. Buy more shares of Pets.com, it’s 1997. Rocks.com and BagofEmptyAir.com are booming in the futures market. IT’s the 90s and everything is great. This gravy train will never end.” A few friends made Doom in a garage in a few months, and the economy had to start paying them in pussy because the dollars were all being used up. John Carmack was literally paid in stinky pussy for a few years. And this is why half of the 29+ year olds thought “Rai-You” says “Dookan” btw - nobody cared that Street Fighter sounded like shit, calculators were powered by lemons like 5 years before SF and you could make money investing in an internet company that sold ugly milk. There was a market for people that wanted to buy milk that was ugly. It was the 90s. You could make money just combining shit for no reason. In the 80s, Marketing scored it big by combining raisins and smokey black jazz musicians. To reiterate, they gave raisins blackface, and then told you that they go in your mouth, and ugh it was just gross - and back in the 80s, black people weren’t useful or well-liked by white people until Social Networking, so really, the California Raisins were 0 for 0. Huge success. The 90s made Pogs successful. Pogs combined cardboard with itself to make garbage. And it was a phenomenon. You can’t afford to make Street Fighter V in 2015, but we figured out a way to make people trade circles with value called money for circles of trash called cardboard, and then they sold us containers for that trash too: and nobody thought, hey isn’t this Pogtainer a minitrash can? Did they sell me a mini trash can and call it a Pogtainer? Nobody just stopped and said, “Am I sure this isn’t just a little trash can for cardboard?” for at least 4 years. People played with cardboard circles for longer than they played Street Fighter X Tekken, get your head in the game, Capcom. …you can’t afford to make your flagship fighting game. That’s a problem. Just fucking scale back the technology already and make profitable games again. Games are too fucking expensive to make. Next gen is a disaster. It’s unsustainable, just let it die. Start from scratch, bring back Lycos, pogs, ace of base, jell pens, and every other 90s codeword for trash because as soon as we start giving garbage value, so too will we get back to giving value to actual things. The commodification of capitalism was supposed to be scary because of the fear that we’ll pump out shitty things that would sell. It’s much scarier than that. We pump out shitty things that don’t sell, and there are 9000 people waiting in line to do it, anyway. 9000 Bangladeshis working over the internet. 9000 people who work a day job on Reddit and Wikipedia, 9000 experts with LifeHack blogs stealing the same idea about saving money on shaving cream ortelling you why it’s bad to shampoo your hair, 9000 girls who realize that they’re not pretty enough to get paid to be naked unless they get cum in their mouth, the list goes on. In the 90s, If you waited 6 months, a computer three times more powerful came out, and internet speeds doubled - now instead of new computers, we look forward to pornstars that may or may not swallow cum. The innovation and progress of capitalism is truly upon us. We don’t dare to wonder about things like space exploration as we stand in front of a threshold of doubt and a frontier unknown and take a step anyway. If we can’t make spaceships, or find gratification in the grandiosity of an intrinsic sense of coming closer to something bigger than yourself, then just give me the porn. Everything is free, and if it’s not, keep checking bittorrent, because it’s probably fucking free. We forgot how to love, and when we see girls that love cum, we start to wonder and believe that we can love again, too. I’m not a homo, but that cum makes me feel things. And even if I was, she can guzzle cum like an Irishman at a swim-meet, i’ll never love cum like that, not no way, not no how, not like that…and she does it for almost free, depending on how ugly she is. That’s love. That’s what I felt like the first time I played SFII - it kills me to know that the best times are behind me, and the closest I was to ever getting to experiencing what the true love of a mouthful of cum is like was when I was a supple, young child of 8. Things changed quickly because development costs were lower and shit was insanely expensive - Hardware and software was much more expensive than it is now - people paid $70 to $80 in 1990 dollars. That’s crazy. People just threw money everywhere. There were companies that helped people sell things on Ebay, and they made a living. You can’t even make a living on ebay selling things yourself. And the stockmarket proved that pyramid schemes could make you profitable - as long as someone that wasn’t you had the shares of the hyper-inflated startup that tanked, it didn’t matter that you made $50,000 buying options in a company that sells candy for raccoons, that’s 50,000 shares someone who isn’t me is stuck with. Chuck ROck 2 being $70 in 90s dollars makes a lot more sense now that people are burning money and raccoons have lollipops in their mouth, doesn’t it? Square could justify selling a Final Fantasy game on a TI-83 calculator and still pull a profit. When a developer said “Jump” to a publisher for funding, they asked “How high?” right after “Are there at least 20 fat kids that are interested in buying this game to cover the entire budget?” Some of the most unlikeable, unfocus-tested, bullshit could make money because kids had grandparents. Nobody buys shit by accident and keeps it anymore, they’ll argue on Apple tech support to get a refund for their 2.99 phone game. Why would you pay 60 bucks for a game with a caveman in it - they have never been able to make Cavemen likeable. But the 90s could try Encino Man, Chuck Rock, Joe and Mac, Flintstones, Adventure Island, Tomba… movies and games etc - what changed? Cave Men sure as fuck didn’t - they literally sold Cave Man games to people and made a profit, now nobody wants to play cave man games? Fuck out of here. Cave Man games didn’t change. People just don’t want to waste their money playing as a Cave Man and they’re willing to return the game and admit that they bought a game to play as someone stupider than they are. We can try to make the cave man cool, we can get Brendon Frasier, we can give them dinosaurs to ride on - no, like we have the internet now, nobody wants to play as a fucking cave man, not even by accident anymore. We’re done. Nobody has made a cave man game since the 90s. Steam has a no-return policy and nobody so people will make sure they don’t buy cave man games. There are no cave men in League of Legends or Dota. There are no Caveman in fucking any game that anyone likes. Would you rather live in an era where you could make money making things nobody likes and other things people like, or begging Capcom to look under the couch for development money for their most famous game that people already like. We had a market that was able to sustain CaveMan games being sold for 140 inflation adjusted dollars sounds bad, but let me tell you, Chuck Rock sold enough to get a Chuck Rock 2…on the Amiga, Amiga CD32, Sega Game Gear, Sega Mega-CD, Sega Master System, Sega Mega Drive/Genesis. Try to sell me Chuck Rock 2 in 2015, I dare you. I fucking double dog dare you. Kickstarter’s incentive system better find a way to account for sloppy, almost blasphemous blowjobs, if they want to sell Chuck Rock in 2015. Pile of shit. Novelty was everywhere because innovation was highly rewarded in a society that valued things. You open up a magazine and see new games all the time: “What’s this? Samurai Showdown? That’s different.” Nevermind that I have to go to the arcade and pay enough quarters to hear what Ryu says clearly, look at all these games we’re getting. Now that people can understand what Ryu says at home, arcades are fucking dead. Oh, yeah, what a coincidence. As soon as Ryu doesn’t talk through a speak-and-spell arcades die. Yeah no connection. I’m 12, I can make money at school selling Mortal Kombat fatalities because information has value when nobody has access to it. Is that a good thing? Fuck no, it’s not a good thing. But I made it a good thing. I convinced a kid that Kitana has a “Fuck-Ality” and charged him $5. I wrote random button presses on a napkin and made money for it. If that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right. No James, I wrote the code down right, you’re just doing it wrong - keep trying if you want to see titties. “Keep trying for titties” - the maxim that made people who they were before the internet. We had to try for those titties, and we always did. Kids risked juvenile records to steal dirty magazines of porn that wouldn’t stimulate a 13 year old’s dick in 2015. There was porn in the everyone’s woods, and for some reason, it was always of fat girls with like, i don’t know, gunshot wounds and stretch marks…real nasty bitches…it was just fucking gross, but in the 90s you found beauty in anything, especially because seeing areolas was a rarity for a kid. Why is it always the same woman, though? It was the same fat bitch with the bruises and shit all over her thighs. She was the Heidi Klume of porn-woods. Kids these days can spell titties wrong in Google and Google will correct them. No trying at all. "You Searched for: Parks in Connecticut? Did you mean: Steaming Hot Latina Pussy and if so, I found a few videos that you might be interested in… i mean, it’s whatever, no big deal, it’s just instant 40 minutes of 1080p pussy and you’re 13, so you probably aren’t making a decision consciously anyway, but just thought I’d ask…dude this is crazy, girls are practically dying to give their picture away on these sites man, we’ve got all these results for you for free! Yo, you’re so lucky I’m hooking you up, like 15 years ago all I had were the same 12 Jenna Jameson pics for some kid. Got him super hard, though. I’m Google. I feel kinda bad that you’re 13 years old and you can’t get fully hard unless I bring you weird shit like girls with cocks fucking clowns in the ass. You can’t get hard from regular porn, and If someone calls you a faggot for liking videos of girls with cocks, which seems reasonable considering I remember when all I had to do was find kids pics of Sable from WWF, then Twitter will make sure your parents will lose their job for transphobia. The only time a kid is reduced to jacking off to a woman that looked like she went down all the broken rides at the waterpark at Great Adventure is because he can’t get off to normal women anymore because he’s been exposed to so much porn. Weird shit is everywhere now. Cuckolding is its own category on porn sites - that shit never existed in the past. Now obese women with thighs covered in black and blues are starting to become a category, instead of something you shame-cummed to after finding in the woods. This is not what I had in mind when I thought Capitalism would ensure that the cream was supposed to rise to the top. The most undesirable and obese filth-hogs are more desireable than supermodels, because nobody can jack off to girls in swimsuits, not even 11 year olds. Supermodels don’t make money. If you’re a woman and you’re getting paid for having your picture taken, it’s probably because cum is being dumped on your face. The Age of Pussy Deflation - the internet age - where 50 minute porn videos are just a click away. Pussy just pussy now homie. Imagine telling Cindy Crawford, "Hey, you’re really hot and everything, but if you don’t get some semen in that mouth before you turn 39, I’m not quite sure you’ll capture the MILF market, which is a great market, don’t get me wrong, but it’s heavily targeted towards black men, which is fine, but it overlaps with the market of guys who don’t like black guys in porn, and you have to take a side, Cindy. Which side are you on, Cindy? This is a big decision for you Cindy - are you yay or nay on the black cock? And keep in mind, both parties want to see your mouth full of sperm. Yeah, I know it’s kinda different than what you’re used to, but Porn Stars are the new supermodels. We’ve all got cum in our mouths now, Cindy, it’s up to you to decide how much you wanna get paid for it. She would probably get a job at Trader Joes. A woman like that lived in an era where her titties made her a millionaire, and they were covered up and now you expect her to put a cock in her ass for a 40 minute video you won’t ever pay her for? But you will pay for Anita Sarkeesian’s Patreon because you masturbate to dirty filth-women, but princess peach is a national treasure. Ono couldn’t get enough money to develop Capcom’s FLAGSHIP fighting game even after it was hugely successful because games take years and millions of dollars in 2015. And there is still some kid in a ketchup-stained novelty gaming shirt complaining about the textures. “Oh, this looks like ass. Oh his hair looks like bananas. Oh this design is dumb.” Nigga, I found out about T-Hawk by opening up a magazine and reading an article written by a community college dropout that could still find work in the field because the publication market was healthy. You could NOT get hyped about T Hawk. For one, he was mexican - which was very unimpressive in the 90s. Hot sauce or premium burrito places or whatever hipster bullshit that made Mexicans so cool today didn’t have fucking retards cheerleading it. Burritos were good, but not This Needs a Subreddit good. For 2, he’s fucking stupid, okay? “Oh, this Mexican Mestizo fights to defend his homeland.” Oh great, now the Mexicans are invading our videogames and I have to fight for his right to be here, too? Fuck it, it’s the 90s. This might have value. I paid money for an Aerosmith CD, and I didn’t realize what a ripoff it was until I was able to download music for free. Turns out music is free all the time. If someone puts a sticker on a CD, be careful because music is actually free. It’s worth nothing. You can just get it. In the 90s, we didn’t know that. We didn’t know music was worth nothing and Columbia House sent us Alannis Moresette cds in the mail and charged us for it, we said, “Oh these cds are an investment. I can sell these back for 5x the amount. It’s the 90s, even Alannis Moresette is worth something. Now level with me here, if Rush or Pink Floyd or whatever has a sticker on it that says $20, what are the chances that another musician, totally unrelated to them are worth exactly the same? The 90s made sure that whatever was worth less, was more valuable because of everything else. It was the Friendly Capitalism of the 90s - If you made a Genesis game, and you played as a rodent of some sort, then godamnit, Sonic ain’t the only $60 ticket in town. Make the filthy fucking rodent say “gnarly” a few times and do me a favor, stop being a worrying faggot and get him a pair of sunglasses. Of course you’re gonna make a profit it’s the 90s. Nobody knows what they’re doing and we’re making a killing… I’ll give T Hawk a chance. I gave Dhalsim a chance, and I know I’m genuinely not racist because there’s no way I can tweet about it to everyone, so that must mean it’s true. You can’t confirm racism anymore - not being racist can sometimes be hard, but writing hashtags are always easy - and the benefits from getting high fives from cool black people come faster in the latter case. You can have your cake and eat it too, in 2015 - and then you can take a picture of your cake and lament about how “Trayvon would’ve turned 19 today…this cake is for him.” But as soon as you log off, Trayvon’s cake is as dead as he is. And lucky for you, you can eat dead cakes because you’re a selfish fat fuck sycophant that gets self-congratulatory black people to retweet your cake-morality. “The cake is a lie” you laugh to yourself, because memes are a thing now too. What a faggot you are, you wish you could tell yourself. Also we were used to getting games all the time, so it didn’t really matter. A game could be developed in a year, risk being innovative with characters and systems, and still pull a profit because they didn’t have a $5 million dollar Chun-Li’s Eyelash Physics Studio.
You think Darkstalkers is even a thing anymore? Capcom will sooner develop a game where Cops kill black people to get that Twitter cash and keep the Darkstalkers name in one go. That’s called a two-fer. Darkstalkers is now a survival horror game. Resident Evil 4 let you kill Africans, now DarkStalkers is a game about cops stalking black people. The cops are female so it’s okay. Kotaku writes, " Goodbye Darkstalkers the fighting game, hello DarkStalkers: The SocioPolitical Commentary” - people flip their shit on Twitter “Capcom is politically and socially conscious? Finally!” Finally Capcom is taking a political stance. I was worried about them. Capcom. The company that can’t afford to make the most popular fighting game on earth, after the most successful iteration of their game in decades, finally DarkStalkers is saying something…oh and it has an unreleased Macklemore track? Where do I sign up for this? I thought I wanted a horror-themed fighting game that aestheticized everything awesome about design in a solid fighting game, but nah, this got the Feminist Frequency “This is Fine For Now” award. Fuck off. This is not fine. Fuck off with this shit. You’re killing games. Nothing is fine for now, it’s all fucked up when I could get 3 Darkstalkers games in 4 years and now I have to embarrass myself by being middle-aged faggot when FFXVI comes out. By the time the next Final Fantasy game comes out, who knows? I might be dead, so I have to settle for playing this shit. I don’t want to play as a bunch of queers. I shouldn’t have to plan how I want to be ashamed 9 years in advance, but this is what the gaming industry has done. If you go to the Capcom offices and ask, “When are we getting another Darkstalkers?” 2 things happen: The first thing is that Capcom starts laughing in your fat fucking face. “It costs more to make Ryu’s hair look like not-bananas than it did to make Darkstalkers 3, and that was all of our not-bananas budget that has to last until the Ken DLC. We can make 5 Darkstalkers games a year, or we can not make Ryu have hair that looks like bananas, and trust us, they really look like bananas no matter what we do. It costs millions of dollars to get the bananas out of his hair - Playstation 4 is so advanced, but unfortunately bananas happen until millions of dollars and a few months gets them off. Right now the bananas are on Ken, but we expect to make those bananas go away too when Sony fixes the overdraw issue on our credit line. Event Hubs and NeoGaf are posting gifs of Ken’s Hair and Shoryuken has started blogging about it - they are at max cpm, we can’t fight it, we just have to pay to un-banana everything. Thanks to technology, it’ll only put us back about…yeah, 7 theoretical DarkStalkers games. We can bear that cost, I think - I think we can recoup 40 Dino Crisis games if we hit our sales targets. Capcom financial information is quantified by the dead games it has because it’s easier to understand for people in a world where NOTHING IS FUCKING VALUABLE. YOU CAN’T FUND YOUR OWN STREET FIGHTER GAME, THAT IS A RED FLAG. WHEN YOUR GAME COSTS 93.4 BREATH OF FIRES TO ANIMATE SOME NO-NAME SWEATER WEARING FAGGOT IN THE BACKGROUND STAGE, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM. You don’t even have enough money to give him any context - he cheers when both players die and when both players win, and he sure as fuck isn’t cheering about street fighting in general, because he continues to cheer after the match ends. Just fucking don’t have him at all, save your money at that point. Just fucking put the money elsewhere, no not in the fucking un-Banana hair jar - that’s a waste of money too! Oh my god, you people have no fucking clue. What happened to you Capcom. What happened to you that you give anyone who says the word “Fundmantals” on EventHubs a job. You’re Combofiending again. Combofiending the death of your company, and you pathetic bastards can’t even see it. He spells every other word wrong on the Capcom blogs, but we Combofiending. Peter spelled Dragon Punch wrong again…Ahhh…we can’t fire him now, we Combofiending. Peter, you need to proofread your work. But we Combofiending. The second thing that happens when you ask about Darkstalkers? EventHubs posts about how Capcom doesn’t give a shit about their old IPs. Ono makes a statement on Twitter, “no, no no, we love our fans, but we can’t afford to make a PS4 Darkstalkers game!” EventHubs posters come together, “How depressing. Capcom is just sitting on all their mega-fortune IPs! They don’t know how to run a videogame company!” and make an online petition . “Ono-San, If this petition gets 92 signatures, will you release Darkstalkers 4?” Ono responds, “Listen all DarkStalk Fan! Sony no money for Capcom. Money hard to find for DarkStalkers series just like nut hard to find for squirrel in winter. Breath of Fire phone game now! So sad!” EventHubs and Shoryuken get an influx of inquiries about DarkStalkers and the Fighting Game community and blogosphere lights up. Everyone talks about how good DarkStalkers is, many of whom played it for 4 minutes at a roller rink are using words like “fundamentals” and “footsies” to make sure they sound legit. Capcom eventually realizes that they can make a $40 total profit if the online commotion of DarkStalkers is any indication of market interest. Ono petitions Jewish financiers to get funding after Sony’s refusal. Darkstalkers 4 is a reality but Capcom will be indebted to Schlekestein Brothers investment bank for the rest of the company’s life span. OH, and Part of the deal is that Ono has to join the IDF, too. Ono writes “I did it for you hardcore Darkstalkers fans!” when he shows off pics of himself in his IDF uniform in Israel.” “This me serving our investors!” and holds up his little blanka figure in the foreground of a picture of a dead Palestinian child - you can’t put blanka in front of everything and have it be funny. Nobody gives a FUCK that this is going on Ono’s twitter, all they care about is that in the reveal trailer that was just released…and that Felicia’s fur doesn’t have real-time physics…“It’s a war crime!”. Everyone that pretended to like DarkStalkers is now on NeoGaf writing in a thread about how important 60 FPS fur physics are to the competitive scene. All posts start and end with, “Remember SF X Tekken”. Kotaku releases a video showing that female representation per male representation in the trailer is problematic. Many refuse to buy a game that doesn’t support 4k resolution. “Inadequate texture filter for a 2016 game” starts trending on Twitter. Surprisingly, the Jewish narrative in the trailer is universally praised. IGN lauds the trailer: “Capcom has taken Sasquatch and has evolved him in a bold and innovative new direction: He is now able to talk, which he does before every match by explaining why the Iran nuclear deal is bad for the western world.” The Jewish direction is extolled by the FGC, as well: Maximillian makes a “I react to Demitri’s yarmulka DLC announcement” video, which is publicized on all the major primetime news shows and Max is given a timeslot after Bill Maher. His show is similar to his Twitch channel: It’s called “Assist Me” and he just asks for donations, which he gets. “Capcom is daring to be political in the current climate!” they say. Ryu takes up rabbinical study, eats kosher, and uses a bulldozer every 6 months to destroy Palestinian banks. Ono realizes that this is the key to the game’s success, so he announces that “Holocaust-Remembrance costume pack in the works!” and he makes the Guinness book of world records for Most Retweeted Advertisement on Twitter. Everything is looking great for Darkstalkers 4 again. Then it happens: Chaos. Ono opens Arturo Sanchez Rosetta Stone.exe to translate what every 14 year old white kid in the suburbs is screaming over on Twitter. "4-frame buffer window? What a blowup. Frauds will body gdlk players. Dead game, says a kid with very thin wrists. “Trailer shows hard knockdowns on DP. Game is so dead.” Ono tries to reply with his broken english into the his Rosetta Stone software but the program can’t parse it. Ono’s plea for the fgc to “No worry! We work on game and make better!” translates into “I have serious apprehensions about Zionism and Israel’s use of unilateral force in Gaza and other occupied territories.” People are disgusted by Ono’s antisemitism and refuse to wait. Ono pleads, “Just give Capcom some time!” “Remember SF X Tekken?” says a cool kid on Twitter with an anime avatar. He gets a few retweets but no girls. “Because you certainly don’t remember the 8 million.” Okay now that gets him some girl retweets. Now that pussy is on the line, he’s fighting for Israel. Ono realizes the perennial insight - the ultimate epiphany - if he, as an IDF soldier and puppet of the Israeli nation can be anti-semitic, is everything meaningless? Just as information has lost value in the internet age, so does the meaning of language itself atrophy too? Does everything die “just like Street Fighter X Tekken” and does nothing ever truly live, “just like Street Fighter X Tekken”? The irony is that the Holocaust wiped out the Jews from the streets without so much as a fight, but the Jews killed street fighter with the Holocaust. See how smart shit sounds when you reverse the sentences. Have you ever thought that perhaps smart shit is reversing the sentences? That is the second thing that happens.
You know what’s bad writing, not using paragraphs.
You said so much to say so little. I imagine this post, word for word, is what goes on in the heads of Laura opponents while they’re getting mixed up.
Yah dude, I’ll pass until you use some paragraphs.
All I got from that was Macklemore, Breath of Fire, why Ono sucks, and cum guzzling Irishmen.
I haven’t seen one of these Matrix walls in a while.
10/10 read it at my funeral
The ENTER key is an amazing invention!
This is the best thing I’ve ever read in my life and I’m illiterate
I’m gonna print this out have, it laminated and I shall put it in my library next to catcher in the rye
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