Putting Your Game On Sale Be Like

The evolution of gaming expectations in a nutshell. Back in the '90s, gamers were just happy if the cartridge actually loaded without blowing into it three times. "The game runs? Amazing! 10/10 would play again." Fast forward to 2020s where we've got RGB-lit gaming rigs that could probably run NASA simulations, and gamers are having existential crises because their FPS dropped from 167 to 165—a difference literally imperceptible to the human eye. The contrast is beautiful: a chunky CRT monitor on a wooden desk versus a curved ultrawide with a glass panel PC showing off its RGB fans. We went from "it works!" to obsessively monitoring frame times and getting tilted over 2 FPS drops. The hardware got exponentially better, but somehow our tolerance for imperfection got exponentially worse. Welcome to the future, where your $3000 setup still isn't good enough for your anxiety.

The perfect tech job doesn't exi— Jason Renders at NVIDIA. This guy's entire career is a dad joke that writes itself. His colleagues probably ask him to "render" his opinion in meetings while stifling giggles. Meanwhile, Dr. Papenbrock is sitting there wondering why he didn't get blessed with a surname that's literally his job description. Some people just win the tech name lottery.

The most effective marketing strategy in indie game dev: publicly complain about your own success. First tweet: "why did this stupid jam game sell more copies than another crabs treasure im gonna crash out." Second tweet after 13,543 likes: "thank you ❤️" Classic dev move. Pretend to be upset about selling a million copies in 6 days while secretly refreshing your bank account every 5 minutes. The digital equivalent of "Oh this old thing? I just threw it together."

Ah, the future of gaming where you'll need not one but TWO entire PC towers to run Chrome with three tabs open. Nothing says "progress" like having a separate computer dedicated to each side of your ultrawide monitor. The real joke is that Windows will still look exactly the same in 2030 as it does today. And those RGB fans? They'll be consuming more electricity than your refrigerator, but hey, at least your frame rates will be high enough to render all those Windows update screens in glorious detail.

OH. MY. GOD. The AUDACITY of these tech giants! 😱 Amazon, Microsoft, Google, and Apple are all like "you will NOT have my data" while we're frantically scribbling our objections like some deranged privacy advocate. But then... BEHOLD! Gaben (aka Gabe Newell, the lord and savior of PC gaming and founder of Valve/Steam) appears, and suddenly we're all "TAKE MY DATA, TAKE MY WALLET, TAKE MY FIRSTBORN CHILD!" The hypocrisy is ASTRONOMICAL! We'll fight tooth and nail to keep our data from big tech, but the second Steam has a sale, we're throwing our credit cards at the screen faster than you can say "my poor bank account." The duality of geek-kind in its natural habitat!

When your gaming laptop hits 9000°C but you're determined to finish that race without thermal throttling. Engineers at Dell never anticipated this level of problem-solving brilliance. Who needs fancy liquid cooling when you can balance your laptop on an industrial fan that probably uses more electricity than your entire neighborhood? Nothing says "I understand computer hardware" like positioning your device directly above what is essentially a tiny helicopter. The irony of running Need for Speed while ensuring your laptop doesn't actually burst into flames is just *chef's kiss*.