No one was left who could remember how it had happened,how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the DLC.
No one who would challenge their price,
or so Capcom believed...
Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Inafune lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Inafune was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Capcom's company.
The company for which he worked.
The company in which he lived.
The company that he would set free.
And so Inafune worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Capcom's execs weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a game to bring about a change, to create a RPG to bring freedom, to create a legend to save the world.
Twelve months Inafune worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Megaman Legends 3 was born.
A perfect RPG, an unbeatable action game, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and gaming, built for one purpose, to destroy Capcom's army of terrible games. Ready, willing, prepared to fight
And as the Smoke cleared.
Capcom rose above the countless costume packs remaining. Legends 3 was put on hold, low on support, struggling to remain in development as Capcom ordered the final cancellation.
The death of gaming.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective Fear, arose these broken words:
Games are the dead
Games are the dead
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the DLC.
No one who would challenge their price,
or so Capcom believed...
Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Inafune lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Inafune was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Capcom's company.
The company for which he worked.
The company in which he lived.
The company that he would set free.
And so Inafune worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Capcom's execs weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a game to bring about a change, to create a RPG to bring freedom, to create a legend to save the world.
Twelve months Inafune worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Megaman Legends 3 was born.
A perfect RPG, an unbeatable action game, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and gaming, built for one purpose, to destroy Capcom's army of terrible games. Ready, willing, prepared to fight
And as the Smoke cleared.
Capcom rose above the countless costume packs remaining. Legends 3 was put on hold, low on support, struggling to remain in development as Capcom ordered the final cancellation.
The death of gaming.
The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective Fear, arose these broken words:
Games are the dead
Games are the dead
