Posted September 12, 2020
high rated
On a trail of threads leading back to the creation of Galaxy, a lot of people have said they would never use any client. I count myself among them. To those people and to myself I say, with dread and horror: imagine the following.
You're a grumpy old gamer, forged in the fires of the olden gaming days. The thought of installing your games manually brings you solace, and that message: "Now insert floppy disk 7 out of 29"... perhaps not this one. And that message: "Now insert CD 2 out of 3" puts a silly smirk on your now wrinkled face. You still remember the night when, as a young lad, you went over to your friend's house, lured by the promise of playing the latest AAA game, and you first saw him log onto a client. Your face turned pale, you rushed to the bathroom and spent the next 30 minutes trying to rinse that abomination off of your retina, but it was still there to this day, haunting you...
You are now in some serious trouble. You find yourself in the middle of a large, dark empty room, tied to a chair. There’s a bright lamp shining forcefully in your face, but nothing you can do about it. In the distance, you start hearing some strangely muffled footsteps creeping ever closer. Shouldn't shoes or boots give off an eerie, harrowing echo when coming in contact with the flat concrete surface you and the chair are on?
The mystery is soon dispelled, for standing right before you, coming out of the glare of the lamp, is a man-sized furry GOGBear, as described in the GOG Olympian legends of old overloaded servers. In his surprisingly nimble paws, he's holding an empty revolver. He flips the barrel out, inserts a bullet, spins the barrel and flips it back in, then points the gun at your head, as you whimper defenselessly.
He then proceeds to utter the following, in a calm, yet menacing voice: "Listen here, off-liner, I hear you have some issues with my strategic vision. But I'm gonna let you off easy today, 'cause I've known you for some time now and you’re a valued customer. There's only one thing I need you to do for me, in exchange for your life and freedom: use Galaxy for the rest of your life. If that's not satisfactory, then you and I will play a little game of russian roulette until you concede... or for the rest of your otherwise short existence."
Would you then start using Galaxy? If not at first, then how many times would you find yourself playing russian roulette with the GOGBear, telling him to shove his Galaxy up the Universe’s read end, before you call it quits?
And, more importantly: is the GOGBear not merciful?????
We all said nothing would convince us, but this is something. And something is definitely not nothing.
P.S.: This post does not take itself seriously, so neither should you. The GOGBear does not actually own a revolver and is an otherwise peaceful creature, though somewhat furry and menacing, as described above.
You're a grumpy old gamer, forged in the fires of the olden gaming days. The thought of installing your games manually brings you solace, and that message: "Now insert floppy disk 7 out of 29"... perhaps not this one. And that message: "Now insert CD 2 out of 3" puts a silly smirk on your now wrinkled face. You still remember the night when, as a young lad, you went over to your friend's house, lured by the promise of playing the latest AAA game, and you first saw him log onto a client. Your face turned pale, you rushed to the bathroom and spent the next 30 minutes trying to rinse that abomination off of your retina, but it was still there to this day, haunting you...
You are now in some serious trouble. You find yourself in the middle of a large, dark empty room, tied to a chair. There’s a bright lamp shining forcefully in your face, but nothing you can do about it. In the distance, you start hearing some strangely muffled footsteps creeping ever closer. Shouldn't shoes or boots give off an eerie, harrowing echo when coming in contact with the flat concrete surface you and the chair are on?
The mystery is soon dispelled, for standing right before you, coming out of the glare of the lamp, is a man-sized furry GOGBear, as described in the GOG Olympian legends of old overloaded servers. In his surprisingly nimble paws, he's holding an empty revolver. He flips the barrel out, inserts a bullet, spins the barrel and flips it back in, then points the gun at your head, as you whimper defenselessly.
He then proceeds to utter the following, in a calm, yet menacing voice: "Listen here, off-liner, I hear you have some issues with my strategic vision. But I'm gonna let you off easy today, 'cause I've known you for some time now and you’re a valued customer. There's only one thing I need you to do for me, in exchange for your life and freedom: use Galaxy for the rest of your life. If that's not satisfactory, then you and I will play a little game of russian roulette until you concede... or for the rest of your otherwise short existence."
Would you then start using Galaxy? If not at first, then how many times would you find yourself playing russian roulette with the GOGBear, telling him to shove his Galaxy up the Universe’s read end, before you call it quits?
And, more importantly: is the GOGBear not merciful?????
We all said nothing would convince us, but this is something. And something is definitely not nothing.
P.S.: This post does not take itself seriously, so neither should you. The GOGBear does not actually own a revolver and is an otherwise peaceful creature, though somewhat furry and menacing, as described above.