Imagine, if you will, a man in a suit and tie walks up to you. He is holding a clipboard, and has a pen at the ready. He asks you a question. "What did you like about Painkiller?"

You excitedly begin listing off answers. "The music!" you say, "the fun weapons!" you exclaim, "the fact that they realized nobody cares about the 'plot' or wants to hear from the character you're playing as!" you shout.

The suited man, all the while, is nodding furiously and writing your answers down. He thanks you for your time and promptly leaves. He walks down the street, and enters a building with a large sign reading "Mindware Studios." He makes his way to large conference room, full of more suited men, eagerly waiting to hear what he has to say.

The man takes the paper he was writing on, places it on the conference table, squats over it, and takes a great big dump on it. The room breaks out into applause and proceeds to create this godawful game.

Imagine, if you will, a man in a suit and tie walks up to you. He is holding a clipboard, and has a pen at the ready. He asks you a question. "What did you like about Painkiller?" You excitedly begin listing off answers. "The music!" you say, "the fun weapons!" you exclaim, "the fact that they realized nobody cares about the 'plot' or wants to hear from the character you're playing as!" you shout. The suited man, all the while, is nodding furiously and writing your answers down. He thanks you for your time and promptly leaves. He walks down the street, and enters a building with a large sign reading "Mindware Studios." He makes his way to large conference room, full of more suited men, eagerly waiting to hear what he has to say. The man takes the paper he was writing on, places it on the conference table, squats over it, and takes a great big dump on it. The room breaks out into applause and proceeds to create this godawful game.