2013-11-14 16:24 , edited 2013-11-18 02:44 by IDEC_01

I have been asked my several people to put this on YouTube. Request fulfilled. Link below: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh7kyPmJJeg&feature=youtube_gdata [youtube.com]After years of gaming on consoles and listening to pre-pubescent boys describe to me how they slept with my mother on more one occasion, I decided to make the switch. Yes, I put down my controller declaring "no more!". No more will I deal with inferior graphics. No more will I deal with the laboring task of changing batteries. No more, I say, to a yearly subscription for services that are nothing more than an "ad"venture.I heard tales of the PC world, that sounded too tall to be anything resembling reality. It sounded like a land of spells and Fairies; where Unicorns got their Starbucks for free and where Santa was actually a healthy, adult weight. I didn't believe it all to be true. But then I was shown the light. Much like a Deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, I was stunned, frozen in my tracks, as a friend of mine allowed me to see his experience on the PC. My jaw fell, nearly cracking his keyboard into two equal halves. "How do I become a part of this other worldly experience?", I said softly. He replied, "You must build. Build your dream machine. Choose your technological weapons and fight with us." I took heed of his words.Racing home as fast I as I could and as straight as the crow flies, I logged on to the internet and chose the guts that would become my weapon of PC war. With a click of the "checkout" button, my journey was half over. In no time at all, a man in a brown uniform knocked on my door. "I bring you tidings of PC joy, my liege.", he said. With a grin, I replied "Thank you, brown knight. Place the boxes on yonder floor." It was like a castle. A fortress of boxes containing the ultimate power in the universe. Swiftly I began cutting open each box, one by one, each time revealing another piece of the puzzle.The building process began with a small drop of sweat on my brow and with surgical precision I pieced together my prize. Motherboard here. CPU there. Graphics card over here. Plug in this, screw down that. The process was easier than I had anticipated. All that was left was to give a slight push to the power button. So I did. And, lo, the beast awoke with a thunderous whirrrrr-ing of the fans! I was taken aback. "IT'S ALIVE!", I shouted. My dream machine was born.I now live in a world where my mother can live safely, without the threat of boys lusting after her. Where women and men are ladies and gentlemen. Where everyone says "GG" as a sign of respect to one another after a hard fought battle. I have found my new home. And for that, I say: Thank you, PC community. Thank you.EDIT: Someone requested that I actually narrate this. Link below to the mp3 file. https://www.dropbox.com/s/knhlek5mpnxak6l/NARRATION.mp3 [dropbox.com]EDIT: What I thought was just a fun story to share turned out to garner overwhelming responses of "Welcome, brother". This is what I'm talking about in my post above: Community. Positive thoughts breed positive results. Thousands of people have taken to the forums to rain down words of hate towards the developers. For what? Glitches? Server crashes? To those who propagate the hate: Who among you has created a AAA title? Who among you has the skills and knowledge to create these amazing games year after year? These men and women work tirelessly to bring us a form of entertainment we all enjoy; together. Do they always get it right? Of course not. We're mere humans who make mistakes.But it is evident that DICE is dedicated to fixing those mistakes. We shouldn't be chastising them. We should be thanking them. Thanking them for dedicating their time to making an amazing series like Battlefield. Thanking them for recognizing their imperfections and attempting to improve upon them. Thanking them for hundreds of hours, and for some, thousands of hours of blissful destruction. They built a foundation on which this community sits. And some want to yell and scream like a child throwing a tantrum over a toy they didn't get? It's a shame.But there is light at the end of the tunnel. All of you who stopped for a moment to thank me for bringing you a moment of joy in your day, take that and give it to DICE as well. Because while my story may have entertained you for a moment, Battlefield will entertain you for months and years to come.EDIT: I have, amazingly, gone from having 3 or 4 friends on Origin to almost 40. To all of you who sent me a friend request, I hope to play with each and every one of you at some point. See you on the Battlefield.