...or Why Hunger is Half the Meal

A hard crust of bread can be a feast, when I'm struck with hunger. The finest food and drink can become a chore, when the stomach is already stuffed. Now that my favorite franchise has effectively been annualized, with Battlefield Hardline coming hot on the heels of Battlefield 4 - that has become painfully clear.

I will likely still *do it*. Buy Hardline and Premium. The full package. Which I probably shouldn't do. I know I'll love it. But do I want it? I'm not hungry for it. Hell - I'm looking forward to the next BF4 DLC expansion, which doesn't even have a release date yet, unlike Battlefield Hardline. It just feels wrong.

I finally understand the strong resentment so many seem to harbor against the Call of Duty franchise, despite it still selling like crazy. It's like EA is trying to force feed me my favorite food. And I'm sad to say, it will probably work on die-hard fans like me. I resent them for it. I enjoy getting a new Battlefield game so much more, when I'm actually hungry for it. I guess that's how Call of Duty fans felt all this time, like they're being robbed of an essential component of their favorite experience - the hunger for it.

If only everybody would do as Take 2 does. Starve us first. Where the fuck is Red Dead 2? Now that I'm ready to wolf down on.