So, Not only was I kind of ripped off, but it was implied by EA's customer service that
I'm most likely a rip off artist/theif. Not so bluntly of course.
So how was I ripped off you may ask? Well, I, like most people eagerly awaiting dead space, picked a copy of the game today after my shift at the ol' day job. got home, opened it, and everything seemed to be in order. That is up until I reached the screen asking if I wanted to activate my "online pass" which
is needed if I wanted to do multiplayer.
The pass unfortunately was not included in my new copyof the game that came in a sealed box
like it should have. So I contacted ea's customer service/tech support who rather subtly implied that, since they can't confirm that I actually purchased a new copy, as if the'v never heard of a FAX MACHINE or SCANNED COPY of the receipt, That I was trying to rip them off and had most likely purchased a used copy rather than a new, and was trying to get a code for free rather than purchasing it.
First of all you never NEVER want to imply that someone who is buying something or has bought something from you is trying to rip you off. Unless of course you say see them sneakily dump a bunch of your product into their pants and try to walk out the store with it.
Secondly Dead space 2 is a triple A title, as far as I am aware anyway. A much hyped and waited for one at that. The likely hood of my finding a used copy in a retail store such as game stop on the day it was released is rather unlikely. I honestly cannot belive that they would not realise this.
Now, in the past I have purchased EA's titles new just for the content i would have had to pay extra for but got with the title since i bought it new. A good example being the Cerberus network pass for Mass effect 2. You got a bunch of additional content at the price you would normally purchase the game
for buying the game new. Otherwise you'd have to dish out money for the extras and possibly not get as good a value since you got it used.
However I refuse to pay extra for multiplayer on any game, specially a single player based one. The only exclusion being an Mmo such as world of warcraft or the newly released Dc universe online where Multiplayer the Only mode point. However when you have something that should be part of the core content being marketed as an extra "online feature" that you get for free when you purchase the game new, and you have to pay extra forif you get it used, you better damn well have what you advertise in the boxwhen i purchase it and not tell me i'm trying to steal from you when I ask for it when it's not there.
This is the kind of thing that makes people not buy your games, and tell others hey, be careful, these people might not give you your monies worth. you should possibly look elsewhere to indulge in your favorite hobby.
And with that said, I bid you fine folks adue before my agitation leads me to vulgarity from the reflection of the current topic. As always thank you for reading and have a nice night.
~M808
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Operation Doomfish status report: Failed
He hurried along along through the mass up people away from the mechanical rubble.
The Guppie's plan having obviously failed thanks to the misfortune intervention of Chibi-T.R.O.N.
Whom of which seemed intent on ripping the metal fishwalkers to pieces and gutting the fleeing Minions who were their pilots only moments ago. Laughing his horrid mechanical laugh. Ke Ke Ke!
M808 as usual had gotten lucky having decided to listen to squishy pumpkins advice and took a spork with him today. A spork that Chibi was undoubtedly using to tear through the others. Why was the little white terror there today. Was he hired to stop them. Upon contemplating this as the minion waded through the crowd, he decided that it was doubtful. A fluke. That Chibi was most likely passing through and spotting the shiny metal fish, gave into his usual destructive compulsions.
The luagher, of the mechanical creature seeking to menace him seemed to be growing louder.
He shook this notion off and contributed it to paranoia. He felt vulnerable without his mask which he had promptly tossed behind a dumpster in the ally he had entered during his escape. That was the advantage to being a miscellaneous. without the mask on, your just another face in the crowd.
He understood this concept even before he began his career in the villainous labor services field.
Everyone knows the villain, but not the underlings. However it's almost ALWAYS the underlings that the hero goes for first. So, the ability to get "lost" in a crowd was of vital importance to minions with little or no combat experience, as most of the miscellaneous force were. Sure they knew how to use guns, but gun's are of little use against a rampaging superhero. They were of even less use against three foot tall, psychotic walking pong machines of Death.
Before rounding a corner and heading out of sight of the disaster, M808 glanced back at the disaster, and could barely make out one of the Fishwalkers still standing among the rubble of the others. opening it's mouth to spew flame's at the acrobatic little robot who nimbly dodged them. All the while his haunting
laughter filling the air, but significantly less audible than before. "See, it was just paranoia" he told himself, and
finally turned the corner.
After traveling roughly three blocks, the minion, entered the subway. Pressing a hidden button on the turn style, he easily bypassed the need actually purchase a ticket. "Thank you Lord Conductor" M808 mouthed as he passed through and quickly continued through the mob of people boarding the express trains. His ride was short, about 15 minutes or so, as he got off the train two plaza's away from the one which had boarded from.
Going through a glass door the minion entered a small shopping outlet connected to the station. Went through another glass door to a quaint little Internet cafe and sat down in the first booth he saw. He requested a bog water, then told the waitress as she gave him a confused look that the gal that runs the place would know what it was. His order arrived promptly despite the bustling amount of people in the cafe.
He consumed the dark, grassy green sludge with much vigor, practically chugging it. Second drink was ordered, and while the waitress rushed to place his order, he pulled out his phone. Dialing 8 twice, and placing the phone to his ear and waited as the . What seemed like a like time but was only moments,
and almost unintelligible groan greeted him.
"BB" The miscellaneous said. It's Bob. "Send a recovery team." Bob paused for a moment before continuing. "A Clean up crew too, Chibi was involved" "Another near indecipherable groan answered Bob. "The fishwalkers? Last I saw all but one were destoryed BB. I think the one that was still standing was the one you modified earlier btw. Stunning work as usual".
Again bob paused, mulling over the events. He then asked. "before I forget, could you ask the RT to bring my spare mask? I had to utilize the emergency retreat tactic. You know I'm naked without a mask." The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, then what sounded like a slightly pained groan replied. "Er, sorry" apologised bob " Didn't mean to give incur of mental image by that. but you know how I am. I need my mask. Anyway that's all I called for"
By this time Bobs second drink had arrived and he promptly thanked the waitress. He then
thanked the voice on the other end of the phone, bid it good bye, and hung up. Bob placed the phone in his pocket, and began to enjoy his new drink at much more casual pace than he did the first one. He did however continually glance out the cafe. Surveying the outlet in the off chance Chibi's rampage would
pass through the area. twice he though he had seen the little terror, but in both cases it was just a child
with a white shirt on.
An hour passed. A rather uneventful one at that, for which Bob was thankful.
Last thing he needed was any more excitement today. He was startled though by
rather familiar groan and turned to face the sound. There stood a rather imposing figure.
He wore a dark trench coat, heavy, and durable black boots, Midnight black gloves, and his face , rather, his whole head was covered by black,eyeless, reaper's hood style mask.
"Oh, BB, you startled me" quipped Bob. "Still, your a sight for sore eyes, care to sit and join me"
Big Bob, whom was often known to most as just BB, just stared at his comrade blankly."fine" Bob
said, "let me get the bill and we can go" a voice from behind the store's main counter shouted "it's covered already. just go" and so they went. BB handed bob his spare mask as they walked, and Issued a questioning groan.
"Where to?" retorted bob. "why, to where ever there is Minionry to be accomplished my friend"
BB chuckled, well, Bob assumed it was a chuckle, and again off they went, pausing once on their way back to HQ, to push a car familiar to them so that it rested in front of a fire hydrant. "it's a good day to be a minion" thought bob, "It's a good day to be a Minion"
The Guppie's plan having obviously failed thanks to the misfortune intervention of Chibi-T.R.O.N.
Whom of which seemed intent on ripping the metal fishwalkers to pieces and gutting the fleeing Minions who were their pilots only moments ago. Laughing his horrid mechanical laugh. Ke Ke Ke!
M808 as usual had gotten lucky having decided to listen to squishy pumpkins advice and took a spork with him today. A spork that Chibi was undoubtedly using to tear through the others. Why was the little white terror there today. Was he hired to stop them. Upon contemplating this as the minion waded through the crowd, he decided that it was doubtful. A fluke. That Chibi was most likely passing through and spotting the shiny metal fish, gave into his usual destructive compulsions.
The luagher, of the mechanical creature seeking to menace him seemed to be growing louder.
He shook this notion off and contributed it to paranoia. He felt vulnerable without his mask which he had promptly tossed behind a dumpster in the ally he had entered during his escape. That was the advantage to being a miscellaneous. without the mask on, your just another face in the crowd.
He understood this concept even before he began his career in the villainous labor services field.
Everyone knows the villain, but not the underlings. However it's almost ALWAYS the underlings that the hero goes for first. So, the ability to get "lost" in a crowd was of vital importance to minions with little or no combat experience, as most of the miscellaneous force were. Sure they knew how to use guns, but gun's are of little use against a rampaging superhero. They were of even less use against three foot tall, psychotic walking pong machines of Death.
Before rounding a corner and heading out of sight of the disaster, M808 glanced back at the disaster, and could barely make out one of the Fishwalkers still standing among the rubble of the others. opening it's mouth to spew flame's at the acrobatic little robot who nimbly dodged them. All the while his haunting
laughter filling the air, but significantly less audible than before. "See, it was just paranoia" he told himself, and
finally turned the corner.
After traveling roughly three blocks, the minion, entered the subway. Pressing a hidden button on the turn style, he easily bypassed the need actually purchase a ticket. "Thank you Lord Conductor" M808 mouthed as he passed through and quickly continued through the mob of people boarding the express trains. His ride was short, about 15 minutes or so, as he got off the train two plaza's away from the one which had boarded from.
Going through a glass door the minion entered a small shopping outlet connected to the station. Went through another glass door to a quaint little Internet cafe and sat down in the first booth he saw. He requested a bog water, then told the waitress as she gave him a confused look that the gal that runs the place would know what it was. His order arrived promptly despite the bustling amount of people in the cafe.
He consumed the dark, grassy green sludge with much vigor, practically chugging it. Second drink was ordered, and while the waitress rushed to place his order, he pulled out his phone. Dialing 8 twice, and placing the phone to his ear and waited as the . What seemed like a like time but was only moments,
and almost unintelligible groan greeted him.
"BB" The miscellaneous said. It's Bob. "Send a recovery team." Bob paused for a moment before continuing. "A Clean up crew too, Chibi was involved" "Another near indecipherable groan answered Bob. "The fishwalkers? Last I saw all but one were destoryed BB. I think the one that was still standing was the one you modified earlier btw. Stunning work as usual".
Again bob paused, mulling over the events. He then asked. "before I forget, could you ask the RT to bring my spare mask? I had to utilize the emergency retreat tactic. You know I'm naked without a mask." The voice on the other end was silent for a moment, then what sounded like a slightly pained groan replied. "Er, sorry" apologised bob " Didn't mean to give incur of mental image by that. but you know how I am. I need my mask. Anyway that's all I called for"
By this time Bobs second drink had arrived and he promptly thanked the waitress. He then
thanked the voice on the other end of the phone, bid it good bye, and hung up. Bob placed the phone in his pocket, and began to enjoy his new drink at much more casual pace than he did the first one. He did however continually glance out the cafe. Surveying the outlet in the off chance Chibi's rampage would
pass through the area. twice he though he had seen the little terror, but in both cases it was just a child
with a white shirt on.
An hour passed. A rather uneventful one at that, for which Bob was thankful.
Last thing he needed was any more excitement today. He was startled though by
rather familiar groan and turned to face the sound. There stood a rather imposing figure.
He wore a dark trench coat, heavy, and durable black boots, Midnight black gloves, and his face , rather, his whole head was covered by black,eyeless, reaper's hood style mask.
"Oh, BB, you startled me" quipped Bob. "Still, your a sight for sore eyes, care to sit and join me"
Big Bob, whom was often known to most as just BB, just stared at his comrade blankly."fine" Bob
said, "let me get the bill and we can go" a voice from behind the store's main counter shouted "it's covered already. just go" and so they went. BB handed bob his spare mask as they walked, and Issued a questioning groan.
"Where to?" retorted bob. "why, to where ever there is Minionry to be accomplished my friend"
BB chuckled, well, Bob assumed it was a chuckle, and again off they went, pausing once on their way back to HQ, to push a car familiar to them so that it rested in front of a fire hydrant. "it's a good day to be a minion" thought bob, "It's a good day to be a Minion"
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Happy newyear! We have freaking video!
Ladies and gental minions WE.....HAVE...VIDEOOOOOOOO!!!!
Happy freaking newyear folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58YxbP6ewkc
Happy freaking newyear folks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58YxbP6ewkc
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