This isn't entirely true. There's a big difference between:
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet? huh? are we? are we there yet? c'mon we got to be there by now.... are we there yet?
Which question would you answer, and which one would you ignore?
Voicing your opinion on the game in hopes of having it heard is one thing.
Voicing your same opinion over and over and over again is an entirely different animal, and i'm sure you understand that.
Actually, I think it's more like:
There are three people in a car.
Of course, there's the driver, who built the car and has invited some friends along for a roadtrip.
The friends are person A, and person B.
The driver decides to go off the road, 'cuz he's such a good driver, and knows shortcuts, he thinks GPS and maps are for newbs. Pioneers didn't use maps, or GPS.
Person A loves the world zipping by, the scenery, the mesas, whatever. Person A also loves licking the car windows. Everything is just peachy for Person A.
Person B realizes there's a cliff up ahead, and asks, "Hey, there's a cliff up ahead, are we going to stop, or turn?" The driver doesn't respond, but Person A does.
"Stop worrying so much and enjoy the ride!"
So, Person B minds his own business for a short while, but the driver doesn't seem to be turning, or slowing down, or doing much of anything other than heading towards the cliff. This is starting to really bother B. "Hey, guys...we really need to do something, we're approaching that cliff really fast... why are we still heading towards it like it's not there?!"
"A" just sighs. The driver seems pretty confident in what he's doing, like he's done this before, or something. He even reaches over and pats "A" on the head.
The sun's shining down over the landscape and the view of the cliff grows larger. "B" looks at the rear-view mirror and notices the driver's face, this sends B into panic; the eyes, well, they weren't so much eyes as they were blood-shot & bulbous protrusions from the skull, seemingly trying to free themselves from sockets they weren't native to. Resting below the "eyes" and nose was a mouth that grins ever-so-widely. "H-Hey... what the ****, man?! What are you doing...?! SLOW-DOWN, TURN, DO SOMETHING!" Shouts B.
Once again, there's no response from the driver towards "B", but "A" responds, "OMG STFU, YOU'RE RUINING THE RIDE!"
"B" tries to reason with himself, that maybe the menacing grin and wide-eyes of the driver weren't indicative of his intent, and that maybe he wasn't mad. Maybe person A wasn't completely oblivious. Maybe all of this was some sort of joke.
But no, the impending cliff fills the view ahead, and everyone else in the car seem to have no problem with that. The point of no-return is almost here, and no-one is doing anything about it. In some attempt at self-preservation, B reaches for the seat-belt, but there are no seat-belts. "Hey...where are the ******** seatbelts?!" asks B, desperately.
The driver looks at B, focusing those eyes on him through the rear-view mirror, "Oh those...I was planning on putting them in later, I didn't think it was all that important at this time!" then, the eyes re-focus on the cliff ahead.
“B” fully realizes the situation that he's in, and that the car would inevitably plunge off that cliff if he didn't stop the driver, or get him to steer away.
B leans forward and pleads with the driver,“What the **** are you trying to do exactly?! Steer away, stop, do something, PLEASE! ”
A's smile quickly turns to a sneer, “You know what, I'm getting really sick of all your complaining! Why did you even come along for this trip? All you're doing is ruining the experience!”
...and... I think this about where we're at right now as far as this story goes. Edited, Oct 6th 2010 4:10am by ghosthacked