I was pondering what my conversation with myself would be like if I were God. This is what came out of it:
Me: Ok so let's get down to the questions. Players have been complaining about the recent game balance fixes that just don't make sense. Do you intend to fix them anytime soon?
God: Uhhh...there haven't been any recent patches. There haven't been patches for thousands of years.
Me: ... none?
God: Yup. I basically put a few rules in place a couple billion years ago, then sat back to watch the system develop. It's really just injecting some order in the primordial chaos.
Me: What did you do after that?
God: I rested. Then played video games. And played with knives and took photos. And read books...
Me: Ok... Uh... So you're telling me that all of existence is just basically a random system?
God: Not random. Just randomness with a few simple rules to allow it to evolve by itself.
Me: Right. Well we've been hearing lots of complaints about the lack of customer support over the last few millennia. Do you intend to release a patch to address some emerging imbalances in the system?
God: Nope. Actually that was written in the patch notes. It says no further patches will be provided.
Me: Patch notes...?
God: Yeah nobody ever reads patch notes.
Me: Wow. That's...unexpected. So I guess it begs the question: Why was Reality created?
God: I was bored.
Me: There's no meaning to life, huh.
God: That's not a question, but yes. You guys made all those meanings up.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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