will mainline games ever not feel like a hollow shell of what they could be in our minds? im starting to feel like we have all just grown so cynical that we cant appreciate any sliver of soul that we do get our grubby mitts on. MOAR MOAR we all cry but if we get more will we be satisfied. will the worlds ever be rich enough to fulfill our mad manchild fantasies of feeling like the world is truely alive and that the lines of code we charish so much will actually at least give the illusion of caring about us too?

no probably not