Manifesto:
Who's gonna do it? You? You, Z man? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for support tickets, and you curse the new system of potential. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That delays in responding to support tickets, while tragic, probably saved Fox scores of dollars. And the new scheme of potential and recruit generation, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, was well intentioned. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me supporting this game, you need me supporting this game. We use words like programming, code, customer service. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent creating something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps to make recruiting moves in the very game that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.