Honestly, every damn “game” designer at Ubi just wishes he was writing linear, non-interactive TV or film anyway, so this just seems like a natural fit.

But he never could in the first place...

He’s not bad, but I can’t fucking stand his diction.

Rockstar Headquarters, Scotland. Dan Houser, in a track suit, swigs from a bottle of Buckfast wrapped in a brown paper bag and addresses the dev team:

Insufferable heavy metal music and overwrought intro plays for like four fucking minutes.

True. I just hope the minimise, or better yet, completely delete, a well-thought out, interesting single player experience with fun yet challenging mechanics in exchange for multiplayer.

It’s going the way of porn, you know. Less professionals, more voyeuristic gazing on untalented amateurs who don’t know what they’re doing.

Nah, she’ll play the only person who can rescue a black man: a spunky, takes-no-guff, sassy upper-middle-class white Southern housewife.

Mike Cernovich edgy?

I know.

No, they’re just listening to them.

Hey, you want to go into bat for a company that listens to people who say date rape doesn’t exist, that’s on you.

And Hitler was a painter...hmm. Maybe that’s the connection.

Holy hell, you’re just groping like a Disney producer at child-actor casting call.

Don’t appropriate my culture. That’s Disney’s job.

Dude, Walt was an out-and-out anti-Semite and union-buster. Disney should’ve died years ago.

Sorry if speaking up against tacit agreement with Nazis offends you.

What the fuck is a duster?

Can’t wait till they start doing those insufferable, sped-up makeup tutorials showing how to apply camo paint.

I never fucking liked Disney.