A Week In Comments

I cant believe they made a game out of _______. They (sold out/weren’t any good/wronged me personally) a long time ago. They should have picked_______. Just think how (metal/punk/classical/ post nu-punk proto-grungecore) that would be!

Cookie Monster nommed the cookie then got a stomach ache. Cookie Monster blamed the head cookie makers for allegedly changing the recipes and selling bad cookies to him. The cookie maker accused Cookie Monster of not paying for the cookies.

Cookie maker is now making cookies for other people and Cookie Monster is mad and just started pimping his cookie makers, except those cookie makers are starting to move to the old cookie maker.

Snake: Dammit… I’m surrounded and out of rations. What’s that shiny thing in the middle of the forest? What’s a… Pep-si?

*cracks open the Pepsi*

Enemies: *!*

…

Snack? SNACK?! SNNAAAAACCCKK!!!!

No, says the modder, it belongs to the poor.

No, says the man at Activision, it belongs to Kotick.

No, says the man at the Pirate Bay, it belongs to everyone.

I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose…

Steam.

A service where the artist would not fear the pirate,

where the player would not be bound by petty internet connections (usually),

where the lawful would not be constrained because of the thief..

And with the sweat of your brow, Steam can become your home for PC gaming as well.