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Like I said, this is nothing that hasn't been more or less understood and accepted for a long time. But acceptance is part of the problem. We accept, and roll our eyes and mutter gravely about the soullessness of the whole over-moneyed business. We regard it the way we regard our dog wiping its bumhole along the carpet - not much more than an irritating inevitability of having a dog with an itchy bumhole. And by writing it off as an inevitability, we simultaneously absolve ourselves - there's nothing we can do, we are but helpless victims of the itchy bumhole fairy. Some time ago, perhaps we would've slung the dog out, or at the very least shampooed the carpets, but the itchy bumhole has always returned with such persistence that we just can't summon the energy anymore. And so our carpets just get bummier and bummier.
It's quite a clever thing the triple-A industry has done, all things considered. It's managed to maintain a level of terribleness that continued along the same level without at any point ramping up so hard that it provoked outrage, but all the time it was gradually climbing without anyone noticing. We're like the frog that stays in the water as it is slowly brought to the boil, not noticing the change of temperature until it's too late. And yes, I know that this is a myth, but there's no real equivalent for it among metaphors, and it's so fucking illustrative.
It could be that we accept this because video games are still considered a niche thing (despite being used by what any statistic bureau would consider a majority) and we feel that we must accept the industry we have been given, out of fear that we will end up with no games at all. But I think the larger problem is that the internet has ensured that we receive a constant stream of news about companies being terrible, and then it just becomes white noise. We can't get angry about all of it, so we just accept that this is what they do - they take the actual meat of things that we want and they pack it in layer after layer of make-up and sweet-smelling shit. Which would have been fine, as long as the meat stayed unmolested beneath all of that. It's not difficult to ignore the make-up.
But the meat has been getting undeniably smaller lately, underneath all that glittery facade, and because we've been so accepting of everything so far, we accept this, too. New games psychotically play up the shiny spectacle for the sake of trailers and being intriguing at the single-glance level, while the actual gameplay being offered is being systematically reduced. Gameplay times are shorter. Content is lesser. Sandboxes are smaller. Levels are more linear and set piece-driven. This is all the shit that matters to me about games, the shit that used to be sacred.
Titanfall is two hours of content, sold at full price and dusted in the usual generic blinding pixie dust of current-gen. The audience will get the games it deserves, and if we just accept this sort of thing, then we have openly declared, like a victim of abuse rationalizing it to themselves, that yes, we deserve this. But what you deserve, what you are worth, is something you have to decide for yourself, because if you don't, the publishers will decide for you. And they will tell you you're not worth shit if you aren't a suitcase full of money with a big pair of tits on the top.
Yahtzee is a British-born, currently Australian-based writer and gamer with a sweet hat and a chip on his shoulder. When he isn't talking very fast into a headset mic he also designs freeware adventure games. His personal site is www.fullyramblomatic.com.