Do not fret for too long, my fellow Fallout fans. This quote from Bethesdas Pete Hines should help concerning the apparent bug fest that is "The Pitt" DLC.

"We are continuing to look into the issues people are experiencing with The Pitt for Xbox 360. As of now it looks like the file for the English version on Xbox Live was somehow corrupted. We are currently working with Microsoft to remove the existing file off of Live to prevent any further downloads. Our plan is to replace it with a new file as soon as possible. We hope to have another update for you shortly."

You don't mean what you say!

Yes, I'm talking to you.

You people and your idea of "original" gaming.

Remember the last time that happened? We got this vomited up piece of donkey shit...

Space Giraffe



Or even worse... THIS!



Now, now. Don't get me wrong. Original games should always be something we seek.
But don't become cynical about the games we have that may not be original, but are well thought-out, and immensely fun.

Bioshock comes to mind. Add one part Atlas Shrugged, and one part SystemShock, thats what you get, Bioshock. Not original, but a truly brilliant piece of art.

Original games are an eventuality. They will happen. Weather you ask for them, or not.

I'm saying this because I feel bad for all those hard working, intelligent, creative game designers that are constantly hearing from us, that their games are not good enough. Are not, how you say, "original" enough.

It's VERY difficult to be original! Very very. I bet you can't think of anything, a single fucking thing, that someone hasn't already designed, packaged and sold a hundred times over.

So don't pretend that there are tons and tons of new ideas everywhere you look. These game designers we know, and love so very much. Have to work hard, for months and years to come up with new ideas. Don't pretend they are just being lazy, while you sit at home and wonder, "why are there not there tons of original games coming out all the time?".

Mario is rehashed all the time, because its fucking fun! Madden keeps selling 80 billion copies a year, because 80 billion morons like football, and remakes keep being remade because we ask for them, and we sure as hell buy them!

Yeah! Thats right! We buy them! We buy them over and over, and then complain about why they keep making them. FTW!

So shut the fuck up, and enjoy what they give you. They work hard for those games, harder than you've ever worked for anything.

So please, don't act like spoiled children, and bite the hand that feeds you. Those lowly game designers need our praise, and our love. For without them we would have nothing.

"Originality is nothing but judicious imitation. The most original writers borrowed one from another. The instruction we find in books is like fire. We fetch it from our neighbor's, kindle it at home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all."
-Voltaire







P.S.
Which reminds me... Square Enix... please stop the teasing and remake FF7. For the love of god! I will buy a PS3 for it. If you want a logical reason to make it, here it is... money. Tons and tons of money. You will double your profits! Ill buy 4 copies. As far as I'm concerned, I'll never buy a shitty post FF7 Square Enix game anyways. So you will be reaching out to people who don't play your other shitty, melodramatic games thats are full of gender confused, whiny, shemales. Well... just think about it.

You can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug, especially when its waving a razor sharp hunting knife in your eye.
-Hunter S. Thompson



It all started with a pack of little red pills. No use in telling you what they were.

My roommate had just bought The Elder Scrolls VI: Oblivion for 360. Id enjoyed the game before on PC years ago,, but not as much as I did this time.

We took the sickly-sweet little red pills, and continued on our little gaming marathon. Pausing every few hours, only to trade off who was playing.

These pills you see, they mess with your head. Make you think things you did not know could be thought, and do things that may make any sane person think you've gone over that steep edge. You could find meaning in anything, and everything. And so it was with Oblivion. A huge world to overtake you. Filled with crazy looking people, and colors you just don't see in the real world.

The drug kicks in slowly. You feel light headed, and your tongue goes a little numb. Then without warning, you turn to your roommate and say silly things like, "Religion is a pain in the ass, but Christianity is a pain in MY ass". Which may sound funny and clever at the time, but when you read it afterwards on a piece of canvas paper written in huge black marker. Its not.

Then you feel a huge burden hanging over you. Not a dirty, nasty burden like you may think, but a burden to use your stupid little brain as much as possible in the next few hours. A very frenzied feeling. Almost as if you were about to have a heart attack, but it never comes.

It sometimes feels like your grasping for air, but your not.

So we explored the world of Tamriel. Insane as we were, we did nothing but explore. Trying to complete quests was simply out of the question, as it took way too much concentration than we had at the moment. We just wanted to look at pretty things really.

I was crawling on the floor like some kind of new, crazy, drug induced animal, my room mate handed me the controller. It was my turn again. I got up, sat down, and stared at the giant TV that would soon be all encompassing.

It felt as if I were there, but it wasn't as I had wanted. You see... that game is huge, but our world is much bigger. I felt like a giant in that tiny (by comparison) world. It made me claustrophobic, very claustrophobic.

I started to freak out a little, and gave my roomie back the controller. Citing that my hugeness prevented me from playing in that world for much longer. He was the only person on this planet that would have understood what I meant, without asking any questions at all.

Seeing my roommate fight those evil looking Daedra was unsettling.

So Id close my eyes and see tiny yellow dots pelting my brain.

I would yammer on about nonsense things, knowing my room mate was paying no attention to me at all. I kept talking anyways.

We stopped playing for a bit. The game had caused us to be mentally exhausted.

We though wed watch a movie. "A more passive medium should do the trick", I thought. We put in Escape From New York. We love those old 80's action movies.

Much to our dismay, Snake Pliskin could not hold us for very long.

We went back to the Elder Scrolls. We took more pills. We didn't want this adventure to fade.

We spoke of our existence, and why we both believe there is no God. As those have nothing to do with gaming, Ill go on.

My roomie again at the helm. He panicked. He saw my eyes start to roll into the back of my head. Making insane noises, and hand motions that people should not make. He was scared. Was I going to OD, or was this simply part of the drug acting out? He kept playing though. Sometimes checking to see if I was dead yet.

The drug makes no room for things like sex, and food. You don't want or need them while on it. So no need for food runs, and masturbation is out of the question. Two things of which I enjoy. There would be no calls to my girlfriend for sex. Besides what would she think if she did come over and she her boyfriend slithering on the ground like some kinda greasy drug crazed snake? She would freak and run away. I don't need to make someone else crazy tonight.

Soon though, you become tired, exhausted. The drug is still rushing though you. Pounding your face in, with its massive white fists. Still, your eyes get heavy, and then you sleep.

We woke up the next morning. Calm and relaxed. Still buzzing just a little.

We turned the 360 back on, and dove right back into that strange, scary world.

I love that game.

Fanboyisim. Even the best of you are guilty of this. As well as I. I'll always have a soft spot for Nintendo, but I'm a very sentimental person.

I shouldn't think like that though. Why? Because video games are not the company that makes them. They are the stories they tell, and the places they can take you. Thats why we love games, not consoles.

Pretending that one console is better than another, is just a way of restricting the games you play. Your love of Sony may keep you from ever playing the greatness that is BioShock. You're hate of Nintendo will keep you from the greatness of the Metroid games, and so on.

My point is there is no such thing as a gamer/fanboy. At that point your bias keeps you from being a gamer all together. Because for you, its not about the games, its about the consoles. You're a damned tool, and the companies that own the consoles are making lots and lots of money from you, their little consumer slave.

Please, as gamers we should focus on the games, and the art of video games. How can anyone take video games seriously as an art form if there is so much angst between us about the "best" console? Do painters argue about the best kind of canvas? No, because its silly, its petty, and it's childish.

Pay no attention to what machine your putting that disk into, but pay attention to the beautiful art design, storyline, and the entertainment value you derive from it.

Now shut up and play your fucking video games, ya cunts.