Dear Marcus Beer
How anyone can sympathize with a man like you is beyond me. The voice of the little guy? You're just the voice of the entitlement society. The voice of the angry, the insecure and the simple minded. The king of turds.
"If I'm at your door, chances are you've done something to bring me there"
The thing with you, and the angry cum drinking mob you roll with, is that you attack publishers and developers over the smallest thing. You want them to fear you. You want the developers to fear the consumer. That's insane, just as I suspect you are.
And for the record, Phil Fish doesn't owe the press shit. Not the slightest little turd. He has no obligation to the press. If anything, it's the press that owe the developers everything. Their jobs, their money, and the food and shelter they buy for their families with said money.
Developers were around long before the press. Great games were around long before the press. And they'll be around long after the press has died out.
The games can live without the press, but the press can't live without the games. It's not a symbiotic relationship.
Know your fucking place, jester.