Quality about quantity...

_Little Limbo was our water boy. It might sound privileged to have one, but just as us, he was a slave. We all worked from dusk till dawn; chained to our roots. It's the only life we knew as we were created to it. Old C.Story used to tell us tales of freedom. He was from a different time. When games were only made like us. Now the AAAs rule the world, those created with privileges. At least that's what the old game said.

_"Pay attention," says Limbo, "it's about to go down." He wasn't little anymore and it's been 5 years since our time at the work camp. Limbo hands me a pair of binoculars. "Look" he says as he points at a family of AAAs at the distance. I look and see their happy facades. There's a Indie servant with them. Maybe he will help us? This is the world we live in now. While they enjoy luxurious evenings - we rot, sweat and bleed for their pleasure. I notice I'm clenching my fist in anger. Limbo smiles at me, "we have to do this" and even though I opposed at first, I nod. We start to approach them slowly from the shadows. I can hear my heart pounding. Limbo is behind me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and I startle. It's as if he broke a bubble. He gestures at the Indie who had stepped away from the AAAs. It's Grimrock. He is a butch grimy man and the main reason we were able to escape the camp. "Keep an eye on the family" says Limbo and runs ahead to confront him. Grimrock bursts in tears. He grabs Limbo and squeezes him hard. I can tell he is glad and angry at the same time. His lips are saying "you need to go, live, free", but Limbo doesn't budge. Suddenly I notice one of the AAAs walking in their direction. I try to get their attention, but they don't see me. I realize I won't get to them on time so I yell at them. The AAA looks at me and Grimrock notices him. He quickly picks up a log and bashes the AAA. It was a Duty. One bash wasn't enough so Grimrock just keeps bashing him. I rush to them. There's gore everywhere. "It's good to see you both, but you shouldn't be here," says Grimrock. We can see rest of the AAA family further away. They hadn't noticed us yet. Limbo looks at me as if to acknowledge what needs to be done next. Grimrock understands this as well. We approach them and I hit one of them on the head with a shovel. It was a small AAA. I know that this particular title isn't solely to blame for our oppression, but as I view it's well dressed and groomed body twitching. The shovel becomes lighter and I raise it again and again. Until it stops twitching.

ok...replaced racist with weird... :D

I get your point, but seriously. Most ppl pay 1 $ for 5 games. I wonder how much you can call that "supporting indie devs"....They will see a few cents of the amout earned..

Question of life is what is Playstation 2.