nijuu: 11 left

Cardian: Once upon a midnight Keaning, while I pondered weak and screening,
Through many a quaint and curious pages of forgotten lore,
Couldn't nod off, quite insanely, suddenly, when there were mainly
Good deals that would seem ungainly, plainly there came up one more.
"'Tis some good old game," I muttered, "that has not been up before -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak November,
And each seperate, waking member flipped through pages more and more.
Eagerly we wished the next deal; - vainly we had skipped the lunch meal
Hunger, thirst, that we could not feel - not feel like we did before.
Like the joy and lust for gaming that we used to feel before -
Feelings gone forevermore.

And the ticking, mocking scoffer of each new uncertain offer
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my hear , I stood repeating
"'Tis some game entreating entrance to this sale of yore -
Some good old game entreating entrance to this sale of yore; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my sould grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Blood," said I, "or Reus, this could really be a chore;
For the fact is you're mundanely, and you're also quite profanely,
And you also seem ungainly, mainly due to your low score.
I don't really want to buy you" - here I looked straight at the store; -
Retro Rampage... nothing more.

Hard, right at the counter, peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was soon broken, for the counter showed a token
Of 600 games and spoken were the whispered words, "No more."
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, "No more!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the forum turning, all my soul within me burning,
When I could not see a ticking of the counter in the store.
"Surely," said I, "that's not meaning that we are in for a Keaning.
Let me see then, slightly leaning, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
"It just froze and nothing more!"

Reload then I hit and waited, the request be circulated,
Nothing changed, hundreds remaining, wondering what to do more.
For we cannot help agreeing that for every human being
that survived the phase of Keaning in the hours just before,
in the long lasting time of The Keaning in the hours just before
we all thought "Oh, Nevermore!"

Retro City, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
on the good old gaming front page teasing us, being a bore.
And its numbers, they are meaning, that this is a phase of Keaning.
Seems that we were overweening, we are punished with one more.
So that now that this is seeming to be the end of this chore,
Quoth The Keaning, "Nevermore!"

CorranHorn: I think people that show passion about games should be rewarded so I recommend everyone that likes Elite-like games to check out Limit Theory on Youtube or Kickstarter, the only game (so far) that I´ve backed that isn´t from a developer I know of. Also if you like Dungeon Keeper there´s another Kickstarter called War for the overlord that has the original narrator in it=).

And finally for all you who liked Syndicate (but didn´t like the new one) there´s a Kickstarter for Satelite Reign, I will get this one when it´s released (Mike Diskett need I say more =)).

https://wftogame.com/
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/joshparnell/limit-theory-an-infinite-procedural-space-game
http://satellitereign.com/

Shendue: The point is there's nothing such as a "good" DRM. It's like saying there's "good" daterape. The concept itself doesn't make any sense. DRM are a customer ripoff.

Cardian: Once upon a midnight Keaning, while I pondered weak and screening,
Through many a quaint and curious pages of forgotten lore,
Couldn't nod off, quite insanely, suddenly, when there were mainly
Good deals that would seem ungainly, plainly there came up one more.
"'Tis some good old game," I muttered, "that has not been up before -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak November,
And each seperate, waking member flipped through pages more and more.
Eagerly we wished the next deal; - vainly we had skipped the lunch meal
Hunger, thirst, that we could not feel - not feel like we did before.
Like the joy and lust for gaming that we used to feel before -
Feelings gone forevermore.

And the ticking, mocking scoffer of each new uncertain offer
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my hear , I stood repeating
"'Tis some game entreating entrance to this sale of yore -
Some good old game entreating entrance to this sale of yore; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my sould grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Blood," said I, "or Reus, this could really be a chore;
For the fact is you're mundanely, and you're also quite profanely,
And you also seem ungainly, mainly due to your low score.
I don't really want to buy you" - here I looked straight at the store; -
Retro Rampage... nothing more.

Hard, right at the counter, peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was soon broken, for the counter showed a token
Of 600 games and spoken were the whispered words, "No more."
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, "No more!"
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the forum turning, all my soul within me burning,
When I could not see a ticking of the counter in the store.
"Surely," said I, "that's not meaning that we are in for a Keaning.
Let me see then, slightly leaning, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
"It just froze and nothing more!"

Reload then I hit and waited, the request be circulated,
Nothing changed, hundreds remaining, wondering what to do more.
For we cannot help agreeing that for every human being
that survived the phase of Keaning in the hours just before,
in the long lasting time of The Keaning in the hours just before
we all thought "Oh, Nevermore!"

Retro City, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
on the good old gaming front page teasing us, being a bore.
And its numbers, they are meaning, that this is a phase of Keaning.
Seems that we were overweening, we are punished with one more.
So that now that this is seeming to be the end of this chore,
Quoth The Keaning, "Nevermore!"

nijuu: chances next one is a freebie?..musnt be too many paying attention right now...

Shendue: The point is there's nothing such as a "good" DRM. It's like saying there's "good" daterape. The concept itself doesn't make any sense. DRM are a customer ripoff.

Minmataro: imo there are worse DRM than Steam. Atleast with Steam they offer social services, instant updates and offline mode.

Other forms of DRM like Battle.net where offline is impossible or that cryptic TAGES limited activation crap is imo pure hell.

Faeja_Vu: Iunno about standing, but I fell asleep in my chair yesterday. Woke up roughly 30 minutes later staring at my screensaver. Not sure how I managed that without my head slamming into my keyboard at some point really... o.o