Because I’m half-gamer and half-writer, I have to weigh in on this.
A giant crane called DRM, operated by a questionably well-intentioned worker named Microsoft, hit a large building with a wrecking ball. Some of the building’s inhabitants cried out in rage at this invasion of privacy, but though several others felt the tremor, not all came to see what happened.
Sadly, because Mr. Microsoft was listening to the latest album from his favorite band, EA, and staring longingly at a photo of his secret lover, Activision, he didn’t hear or see the people he was hurting.
He swung the wrecking ball a second time. Thousands and thousands more rushed to see what was happening, and those thousands also raised their voices in alarm. Alas, Microsoft would not, could not see or hear them.
Microsoft swung once more, sighed, and put down the photo of Activision. He realized something wasn’t quite right. He paused EA’s comforting melodies.
Microsoft looked, and he saw hundreds of thousands of people shouting from the building he was destroying. They were running. Straight out the building, thousands ran to nearby safehouses. The closest was called Playstation 4, to which most fled; several also sought safety in PC and the small, yet promising safehouse, Wii U. Tens of thousands fled. Hundreds of thousands. Microsoft gazed over at Sony workers graciously accepting the refugees into the safehouse. He looked back at the building he was demolishing.
Heart pounding and tears forming in his eyes, he read the crumbling logo on the front of the building he had smashed.