I’m not going to lie.
I do like the idea that I can purchase video games without ever
having to put my trousers on. But, then, it is rather obscene
to sell DLC over the internet, which is why I just show up at
GameStop, naked as the day I was born. I’ve gotten a few
complaints for that, but a lot of phone numbers. Skyler, I’m
not avoiding you. I lost your number. My naked body doesn’t have
pockets.
There’s a funny thing
about DLC. Its lifespan is limited by the whim of the developers.
If I go to the store and buy Batman: Arkham City on disc, I
have that game forever. Short of forcing their way into my home and
taking it by force, the developers can never stop me from playing it.
If I made copies and modded my system, I’m even protected from
that. Though, to be fair, if they’re already going as far
as I have them doing in this incredibly ridiculous scenario, I don’t
see why they wouldn’t take the extra effort to destroy every copy
and my system.
However, if I decide to
purchase the game from the internet instead, I still get the
unlimited play time, but only in theory. I mean, if my system
spontaneously bursts into flames, as today’s generation consoles
have been known to do (why did you think the colloquialisms
for these errors always end in “of death”?), I’d be allowed to
download it again at no additional charge...