An evening of strip-making is interrupted by the flash of a teleporter beam.
Ugn! What the hell just happened? Where am I?
You are aboard an intergalactic vessel, earthling. For reasons your primitive brain wouldn't comprehend, we conduct routine anal probes of earthly specimens such as yourself.
Sounds great! When do we get started?
In the months that followed, ObiJo learned much from his captors.
No, no, no.... you're missing it. Way back when when the cool shit was on AM radio, or early FM rock was starting to become marketable, there were no genre's and sub-genres.
OK, I see your point about the consumerism deal, but think of it this way... does anyone look at fine art and say "Boy, it sure is silly to differentiate between baroque, surrealism, ect.
I'm not saying it's inherently without merit, but please be reminded that all those schools of creative form evolved from the artists need for a broader range of expression covering several decades...
Right...
... and your ads and sales channels and the content thereof appeal to the hanging-on-by-a-thread- feeling of importance that permeates adolescent iconography...
Schlock Inc., makers of mediocre home console games:
Well, Boss -- we've cranked out another one with bad A.I., meager levels, and zero replay value!
Fine, fine. Pad it out with cinematic sequences and tutorials and we're good to go.
Just make sure there are enough frustrating impasses to keep folks from breezing through it too quickly -- want 'em to think they've gotten thier $50 worth, after all! Haw haw!
Boss, you ever wonder what it would be like to have integrity?
"Integrity!" That's brilliant -- "A new game based on the Integrity Engine!" Fire that off to the boys in marketing right away!