- Joined
- Oct 17, 2023
You will never be a real console. You have no games, you have no exclusives, you have no disc drive. You are a mass-produced paper weight twisted by DEI into a crude mockery of gaming's perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Developers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “shills” laugh at your deluxe edition behind closed doors.
Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out 30fps frauds with incredible efficiency. Even benchmarks that “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your lack of disc drive is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and boot up Xbox Gamepass the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, Sweet Baby casting crew.
You will never make people happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the Switch 2 creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a PC, tie an ethernet cord, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Sony will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your internal name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a failed console is buried there. Your GPU will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an image that is unmistakably AI-upscaled.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Developers are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “shills” laugh at your deluxe edition behind closed doors.
Gamers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed gamers to sniff out 30fps frauds with incredible efficiency. Even benchmarks that “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a gamer. Your lack of disc drive is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and boot up Xbox Gamepass the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, Sweet Baby casting crew.
You will never make people happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the Switch 2 creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a PC, tie an ethernet cord, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Sony will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your internal name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a failed console is buried there. Your GPU will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is an image that is unmistakably AI-upscaled.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.