T w e n t y S i d e d
A reader was kind enough to send along a link to the webcomic Extra Life, and this comic in particular. The first two panels aren’t even all that far-fetched. BioShock requires online registration and Steam requires positive ID before you can play.
Of course, every time they add a layer of DRM some ninny will appear in the forums crowing that, “This is only a little more hassle than previous DRM schemes.” Which is true. But reasonable people like me are not comparing this year’s DRM burden with last year’s. We’re comparing this year’s DRM burden to the burden we deserve as paying customers. Which is zero.
No, I’m not letting this subject rest. Writing on this blog has now become some sort of personal challenge, wherein I try to twist every subject into a rant against BioShock and the evil retarded pedophilic inbred cannibal Nazi liars at 2kGames. I will not be satisfied until the company is driven out of business and the involved parties are all conscripted into forced labor working in a malaria-infested South American turd mine. The company headquarters should then be burned to the ground and the ashes gathered up and disposed of in the same manner as depleted rods from a nuclear power plant. The building site will forever after remain a barren scar on the face of the world, since no life could hope to grow where…
Oh geeze. Where was I? Oh right. Webcomic. Yeah. Here is another good one, simply infused with the truth. Extra Life. Funny comic.
Where’s my medicine?
