APB, RIP.September 17, 2010 at 5:38 pm | Posted in General | Leave a comment
Tags: apb, choice, disappointment
Not the best “When Acronyms Attack” moment, really. I never played APB, and never particularly had the intention of playing. But that doesn’t mean I cannot mourn its passing.
The wonder of the internet is that it is many things, to many people. Speaking for myself, most of the time the internet is a really cool, huyuuuuge playground.
And in this playground are all sorts of crazy slides, and swings, and roundabouts. Yes, the sort of slides that defy gravity, go on for miles, and only exist in “wouldn’t it be cool if” moments. Ones that look like waterslides on steroids and bad acid.
They’re fantastic to play on, but it’s all too easy to forget that those slides, swings and roundabouts aren’t permanent fixtures: we don’t own them, we only ever rent them for a while.
At the same time, the owners of aforementioned metaphorical playground goodies have to ensure that they provide fantastic toys for us to play on. And each new slide has to be even more exciting, or longer, or even just brighter coloured than the last one (whilst still remaining a slide, and having people complain that it’s still just a slide).
It seems that APBs slides weren’t as exciting enough for it to keep paying the ground rent, and at this point I’m going to put away the (mixed) metaphors because if I don’t, pretty soon this ramble will end up as twisted as th ereally cool slides are in my head.
So, dead game.
It’s really, really disappointing, and for a number of reasons:
- There’s a number of people who have lost their jobs, and this isn’t the best of times to lose a job (if there ever is one).
- There’s a good few more people who will be unable to log in and play, relax from their busy stressful lives, and just de-stress.
- Every time a game that’s trying to do something new fails, every game in development that is trying to do something different takes a knock.
- And related to the previous point, the only *good* clones are the ones wearing Stormtrooper armour.
All in all, a big fat shame. APB, we might not have been mates, but I’ll miss you anyway.