YOOKA LAYLEE
WORDS CANNOT. FUCKING. EXPRESS, THE BURNING UNHOLY HOT WHITE VITRIOL FLARING INTENSELY INSIDE MY MORTAL BODY. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FUCKING GAME, THE ENTITY THAT REVIVED COLLECTATHONS, BUT INSTEAD IT FUCKING SHATTERED ALL HOPES OF GAMERS OVER THE GLOBE WITHOUT A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL FOR RECOVERY. THE FUCKING MASTERMINDS WHO REVOLUTIONIZED DONKEY KONG AND CHANGED THE FACE OF VIDEO GAMES FOREVER ARE NOW DOING THE EXACT GOD DAMNED OPPOSITE BY HAVING THEIR BENT THUMBS UP THEIR BRAINDEAD BRITISH ASSES AND TURNING IT COUNTER CLOCKWISE TO APPEASE THEIR DISGUSTING TRANNY MASTERS. OH HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN, AND HOW HARD THEY'VE FALLEN AT THAT.
I CAN'T TELL YOU, I CANNOT EVEN VISUALLY MANIFEST THIS BITTER, SORDID, RANCID, VOLUMINOUS, RAGE WITH WORDS OR ACTIONS. IT TEARS AWAY DIRECTLY AT THE HEART OF ALL MEN, IT EATS AWAY AT MY SKIN LIKE A MUSLIM WOMAN AFTER DISOBEYING HER GOAT FUCKER OF A HUSBAND.
ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS FOLLOW THE FORMULA OF BANJO KAZOOIE, THEY JUST NEEDED TO JERK THEIR ITTY BITTY DICKLETS A LITTLE BIT HARDER AND KEEP IT UNIFORM, ROUTINE AND SIMPLE, INSTEAD OF THE THE BACKTRACKING, CONVOLUTED, IRRITATING, DESOLATE PIECE OF DRIED FUCKING NEGRO SHIT THAT WAS Y O O K A - L A Y L E E.
THE MAIN DESIGNS LOOKS LIKE GEX'S INBRED RETARDED BROTHER AND A PURPLE PIECE OF SHIT THAT FORCEFULLY CAME OUT OF COUNT CHOCULAS PROLAPSED ASSHOLE. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'LL GIVE THE PROBLEM SOLVERZ A SEIZURE TO HOW INSULTING THEY ARE IN THE EYES OF ALL ARTISTS, EVERY SINGLE BAD ART DIRECTION DURING NUTS AND BOLTS DEVELOPMENT GOT CHEWED OUT, SPIT OUT, INSERTED INTO A BLOODY DILATED TRANNY PUSSY AND SHAT OUT TO MAKE THE "WONDERFUL" "FANTASTIC" "NOSTALGIC" DESIGNS THAT EWKA LALEY HAD.
DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE VOICES, HOW COULD YOU THE CREATORS OF HA-HYUCK GA-HYUCK HYUCK FORGET HOW THE GIBBERISH GLOBBLEDYGOOK SOUNDS LIKE? WHICH ONE OF MUHAMMADS CAMELS FUCKED YOU SO HARD IT DAMAGED YOUR BRAINCELLS, YOU BRITISH SACKS OF WHITE ESTROGENIC GUILT?
THE WORLDS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TINY AND COMFORTABLE, THE MUSIC NEEDED TO BE MEMORABLE, NOT SOY BASED UKELELELELELE, I COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL THE INSIPID SPITE THE "DEVS" PROJECTED ONTO THIS DIRREAH DRIZZLED, PUS PAMPERED WORK OF "'ART"', FROM THE SELF-IMMOLATING HUMOR, TO THE GARBAGE REPLACEMENTS OF DR. POZ AND THE DRUMF BEE, ALL THE WAY TO THE FUCKING HUB WORLD. IT'S ALL SIN, ALL OF IT.
VERY FEW OF YOU UNDERSTAND, I DIDN'T ONLY GROW UP ON RAREWARE, I AM RAREWARE, I WAS BORN IN IT, MOLDED BY IT, AND EXPERIENCING SOMETHING SO BADLY EXECUTED IS NOT ONLY AN INSULT FOR ME THE PLAYER, BUT FOR EVERY SINGLE PERSON READING THIS AND THEIR EXISTENCE AS A WHOLE.
HOW DARE YOU, HOW DARE YOU CALL THIS A "RARE-VIVAL" YOU PLACCID WITTOLS, THIS IS THE TRUE DEATH OF RARE. THIS IS HOW I KNOW VIDEOGAMES ARE DEAD. IF YOU'RE READING THIS STEVE, GREG, GRANT, KILL YOURSELVES. YOUR TIME IS UP, IT WASN'T MICROSOFT YOU INCOMPTENT TWATS, IT WAS YOU THE ENTIRE TIME, YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM THE CONSEQUENCES, YOU ARE PAST YOUR PRIME, YOU NO LONGER BRING ANYTHING NEW, FRESH AND EXCITING TO THE TABLE, AND INSTEAD YOU BRING THE TIRED OF SLABS OF SHIT THAT EVERYONE ELSE OUTSIDE YOUR CIRCLE IS CHOKING DOWN. YOU AREN'T UNIQUE, YOU AREN'T LOVED, YOU ARE AS MEDIOCRE AS THE REST OF THE FAGGOTS RAPING VIDEOGAMES, AND NOTHING MORE YOU DO IS GOING TO FIX THAT. EVER.
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