read it again. "we do not take this decision lightly." yeah? had plenty of fucking practice. october twenty-first, another memo goes out. edmonton's shutting, winding it down. not delayed, not on hold, cleared off the books. thirty years of work, that's all it took. waited since andromeda to see where they left it. new crew, new ship, don't even need shepard. just wanted people who know how to write people getting one more fucking chance to write 'em. jade empire never even got a second. knights of the old republic, baldur's gate, dragon age. generations grew up on what they made. now you've got the rights, they've got nowhere to work. N-7 day's coming. what you gonna post? heartfelt tribute to the studio you choked? people who built it keep getting cleared out, trademarks and merchandise stay in the house. spent three games telling us choices matter. cancelled the next one. didn't give us a fucking choice. same fucking company, same fucking routine. set the deadlines, blame 'em when they leave. FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! you bought the studio, threw the staff away! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! same fucking email, different fucking day! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! keep the trademark, keep the I-P! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! who the fuck's left to make the game? bought westwood in ninety-eight, closed 'em in '03. command and conquer, remember that, E-A? pandemic made mercenaries, shut down in '09. visceral built dead space, didn't survive. said linear games weren't what people wanted. funny, could've sworn we put money down on it. don't have to squeeze a billion out of every game. let 'em make another one, for fuck's sake. take the studio, take the name, lock up the rights, complain when the quarterlies come in light. close the place, move on, gut the division. still selling games from the people you got rid of. stick your logo on the loading screen, tell me again how you love creative teams. westwood. pandemic. visceral. bioware. think by now you'd run out of fucking studios. FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! you bought the studio, threw the staff away! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! same fucking email, different fucking day! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! keep the trademark, keep the I-P! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! who the fuck's left to make the game? battlefront two, remember how that went? "pride and accomplishment" on a reddit thread. people did the sums, saw the price on the gate. only walked it back when the players walked away. anthem was promised a whole new build. pulled the plug in january, how's that feel? full-price world with an expiry date. took the servers down, can't even open the game. titanfall? cancelled. black panther? gone. cliffhanger opened up, didn't last long. another statement on difficult choices, four hundred more cleared out of the offices. madden every august, F-C every september. new number, new cover, same cash-grab forever. shift the menus round, copy-paste the game, call it innovation. good on ya, E-A. milk last year's build till the servers die. shame a dead studio can't be patched back to life. fifty-five billion, private buyout in august. eighteen billion in debt, guess who's paying for it. seven hundred mil saved on a spreadsheet, four hundred out the door, fifty from bioware. someone's paying interest on the debt they made, never the blokes who just bought the place. E-A SPORTS. IT'S IN THE GAME! nah, fuck that. E-A just lost the game. "deepen our core." what the fuck's that mean? "disciplined investments." with fucking what? "simplifying how we work." shutting the fucking place? "we do not take this decision lightly." YOU'RE GETTING PRETTY FUCKING GOOD AT IT! buy it. own it. cut it. close it. keep the name. lose the people. buy it. own it. cut it. close it. SAME FUCKING SYSTEM! SAME FUCKING PEOPLE! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! you bought the studio, threw the staff away! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! same fucking email, different fucking day! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! keep the trademark, keep the I-P! FUCK E-A! FUCK E-A! who the fuck's left to make the game? don't even want another remaster just stop buying things you don't know what to fucking do with fuck E-A
