I am broken.
Prior to discovering RPPR, I muddled through poor production. Cranking the volume to hear the nasally delivered ruminations of thirteen year old nerds that count the boobs in the latest Sci-Fi/Fantasy movie or the general, almost half-heartedly maintained, hubris of older gamers waxing philosophical on how they like or dis-like some setting or mechanic without discussing the actual reasoning behind their opinions. As if the fact that they colored in the numbers on their first set of dice imbues them with some absolute authority that need not be questioned but simply accepted. I too used that black crayon on a set of orange-ish dice while lying in plush, shag carpet under the watchful eyes of Farrah Fawcett. Doesn't that gift me with absolute authority? My wife says "no" and she won't get drunk enough to agree with me until the holidays so we'll just leave that on the table for latter consideration.
And now? Their icons lie at the bottom of my phone's screen, forgotten and their episode counts crawling towards that day when my phone notices I have so many un-played episodes that it decides it shouldn't download anymore.
I am broken. I demand to be compensated!
Either produce more content or point me in the direction of another group of fellows with similar tastes, critical thinking skills and production values. If you cannot or will not do so, please bring me your manager.
