@GodsMistake said:
I play cause it’s fun. Cobalt and other “special” cards are just skins. And while skins are important to some people, it’s not the end of the world. I wish the trading system was in place because I’d love to get some “duplicate or garbage” content from people. But, I play for entertainment. I loved rtcw and et so this game is perfect to me.
I am highly rewards driven. If there is a reward, I play to obtain those rewards. And between my accounts, I probably have 800 hours logged in this game. And all of this doesn’t matter cause they don’t detract from the fact that the events are terrible.
This is a Splash Damage party:
You walk into a beautiful garden. There is a glistening pool, full of attractive people in too little clothes. An oddly similar group of people are playing volleyball nearby over an immaculately maintained grass lawn. Replicants? Clones? You shake that thought out of your mind. Tables of delicious luxury piled high next to seasonally appropriate containers overflowing with amazing prizes. There’s even a car ( Tesla Model S ) they’re giving away for whatever reason in the middle of it all.
But before you can get to any of that, there are rows and rows of slot machines. There are hundreds of people slaving away at the slot machines, because the only way to get anything at all is to play their games. So you join the withered, tortured souls and play. For hours and hours you are sat in front of your slot machine, and then, then you win. You win food! Oh, you are so hungry. You’ve been sat, pulling a stupid lever, staring at stupid rows of stupid symbols for hours. You’re so hungry. They escort you to the table with all the delectable delights, and as you reach for the amazing looking eclair, they slap your hand away. Nono, that’s not for you. Or maybe it is. There’s another slot machine to play. So you pull that stupid lever one last time. Mouse with a squiggly tail. Two red balloons. Renault F1 race car. Leonardo diCaprio. What the fuck does this all even mean?! Your server knows. He walks behind table, and a moment later, brings you your food. It is balut. In futile rage, you scream at your server, “FFUUUCCCCCKKK YYYOOOOOUUUUU!!!” The server looks at you, shrugs, turns around and wordlessly walks away.
You wish you had joined your friend, who ran out of spins two hours ago, and decided to go to McDonald’s ( which is a metaphor for a competing game ending in “erwatch” ) instead of wasting more time.
Somewhere, a man in a suit clinks a cup of champagne with another man in a suit. “Another perfect party.”