Stop taking advantage of my vices, Interplay!

Dear Video Game Industry,

You are bastards.

Fucking. Bastards.

Dirty, rotten, inbred bastards.

Now that we've gotten that out of the w-

Bastards!

Okay, I'm done wasting space. I promise. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Though I am loathe to admit it due to your inevitable assumption that I am an overweight mid-thirties virgin living in my parents basement, I am a gamer. Thus, I am also a user of certain substances that I shall refrain from specifying.

There. Stereotype away.

You know that the correlation between substance usage and video games is undeniable. Yet, instead of simply leaving things the way they are, you choose to exploit this. This has lead to countless hours of sleep lost, due in large part to one of your more diabolical gimmicks..."Are You Sure You Want To Quit?"

Once more, just for the record, you're all fucking bastards.

Three hours! Three! Fucking! Hours! I'd decided I wanted to stop playing at 12:30, and three! Fucking! Hours! Later! I finally made it past that fucking life-sucking pop-up that springs into action like a cranked out cheetah every time you try to escape from it's previous assault on your self-assurance.

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" Well, uhm, yeah...I mean, no, but I need to go to bed because I have work in the morning...but...well...I guess another fifteen minutes wouldn't hurt...twenty, tops.

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" Totally, totally. It's getting way too late. I was supposed to study tonight...but...

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" Ah, hell, the rubber tube's still hanging there from last time...

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" Leave me the hell alone, you sick fuck!"

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" ...*BLAM!*

"Are You Sure You Want To Quit?" *...drip...drip...drip...*

Okay, okay, I went a little over the line, but screaming fuck, Interplay, why do you do this to us? We forgave you for Brotherhood Of Steel and Tactics, we're psyched about Fallout 3, keep this shit out! You're destroying lives here, people. Do what's right, not what's best for your bottom line.

Sincerely,

Remiel Enduro Phoenix