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Capcom remains undecided over Super Street Fighter IV rape price.

A recent Super Street Fighter IV-related article at Kotaku reads "Capcom is still debating whether to sell the game for the traditional price of console titles or a lower price, Killian said."

As I've said before, Capcom's so far FUCKED UP to all hell on Street Fighter IV. The game received nary an update, features minimal content compared to competitors, is littered with various grotesquely lopsided matches, and includes some of the worst 2D animation seen in a title this generation, Triple-A title or non. The game rides the fucking nostalgia wave, and we all bite into it, myself included.

We'll all buy SUPER DUPER NEATO Street Fighter IV when it releases next year, no matter the price. Capcom knows this, yet they remain hesitant to drop the inevitable price bomb. Why? They know they'll be in trouble. Has a pre-teen ever approached you, head down, hands behind his or her back, and proceeded to admit something he or she's guilty of? It's like that, but on a corporate level. 

Another theory: Capcom's waiting to see if we pull out of this recession by next year. If we do, they'll charge more. If not, they might charge a little less. 

One last theory: Capcom's checking the title over - making sure it doesn't include any potentially racist content (sup Resident Evil 5?). Somehow, Dee Jay and El Fuerte will remain. Actually, I heard in their double secret ending they both visit Mexico City. El Fuerte makes the best fried chicken in the world for Dee Jay. The government then rules the chicken so good it's illegal, and tries to arrest the duo. After running for hundreds of miles, they jump over the fence and enter the U.S. There, a reformed Abel tries to sell them life insurance. After they refuse, Rufus, now a devout Christian, eats El Fuerte's foot because he's hungry, and threatens to eat the rest unless he buys the most expensive plan from Abel. Dee Jay and El Fuerte give in, eventually gain citizenship and full-time jobs, but are unable to live comfortable lives due to mounting bills from Fuerte's constantly infected stub where his foot used to be. As they're discussing the future over a few glasses of orange soda, a newsflash brightens their screen: "Zangief reformed the Soviet Union and has fired the Omega Machine. In 30 seconds, he will effectively piledrive the Earth into the sun." THE END

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Thursday
28Jan2010

It's not a house...it's a HOME."

DateThursday, January 28, 2010 at 12:13AM

My mom called me the other night, and besides discussing the usual "how the hell are ya" type stuff, she wanted to define the role a house plays in the life of a family. "It's important to have roooots," she urged, passionately speaking from experience and slightly pleading to a younger relative (a mom with three young kids) not involved in our complex analysis of sentimental big picture stuff. Afterwards, she continued to explain her view, but it wasn't necessary. She had me at "hello."

We've discussed this topic before; many times, actually. I've always understood what she's said, but the older I get the more I feel it. And it feels good. Roots are important, just like a warm hug from someone you love who loves you back. The cost may be great for digging these roots deep, but that's a part of having a family. You make sacrifices.

My parents sacrificed a life of much greater luxury in Southern California to raise my brother and I in Northwestern Minnesota. To them, I owe my deepest love and respect. I love my Minnesota roots. I loved my life growing up in a small town of 250 people. I loved living in the house my parents built. And I love the idea of returning to the house in which I grew up. Some things I wouldn't trade for any amount of gold and silver. This is one.

So to them, here are a few relevant songs.

Bob Dylan - The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

"Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked,
He dropped ev'rything and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand.
"What kind of house is this," he said,
"Where I have come to roam?"
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest,
"It's not a house . . . it's a home."

Tom Waits - House Where Nobody Lives

What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.

AuthorKyle Stallock | Comment1 Comment |
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