I knew it, Horatio: a game of infinite customisation, of most excellent fancy: it hath borne me in its car a thousand times (and run me over in it now and again); and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those blaggers that I have shot I know not how oft. Where be your N-TECs now? Your Agrotech DMR-SDs? Your rington’d songs? Your flashes of inspiration, that were wont to set the Mumble on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my administrator’s chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
“Press F to apply for Jobseekers Allowance.”– Ben Hall (Development QA)
Your gorge does what? :)
And so ends the story of APB. The game so many deities of Realtime Worlds labored for long hours to type into existence. Sadly, In a world were only the strong, addictive, and just plain lucky survive, this title was abandoned by its creators. Such is the price to pay when the God of Sucess looks down upon our forlorn, oversaturated market and says “No, not you.”
On to the next victim!