I believe in Phil Spencer

Ol No Bones said:
I had a dream that Phil was my dad. One day I came home with a bad report card and I could see a hint disappointment on his face. He didn't scold me. He didn't let me see his deep swelling anger. He knew the subtle change in his countenance was enough. I just wanted.. I needed him to be proud. So I worked hard, I applied myself and I went from a C student to a B. As I walked home clutching my new report card to my chest I imagined the look on his face as he saw my achievement. I dreamt that he would hug me and say, "well done son, I always knew you would do it". I walked into my house and with nervous excitement approached fathers door. What would he say I thought? I almost walked right in out of excitement but remembered that dads office was off limits without permission. I knocked softly 3 times as to not annoy him too much with my interruption. Dad in his normal kind but serious tone said, "You may come in." I had very rarely been allowed access to the office so I always took a moment To marvel at the ever expanding library father had accumulated. The office had no windows and was lit exclusively by candles which was slightly unnerving in a room of wood floors filled with books. Even though he had not looked up to see who approached and even though I had not said a word he knew who entered. He said, "come in son. I assume you have a pressing matter I must attend to?" I saw him seated at a desk of mahogany with little care to even look at me. I sat in front of the desk and slid my report card in front of him. His gaze moved slightly, only enough that His eyes slightly lit up. I looked a little closer to see that his cheeks were glowing in the candlelight and his dimples looked like deep ominous shadowy caves. He did not say anything but looked up. I had never seen him like this. He had no expression. Not pride, not disappointment. Nothing. I longed that he had communicated something but nothing.. It was a hollow expression devoid of any emotion. He did not say a word. I began crying uncontrollably and fumbled to grab the report card as I stumbled out of the room without any dignity or grace.

The next day father was standing in the doorway to my room as I awoke. He was watching me while I slept. I was surprised to see him there but oddly comforted. He without any sound in his movement approached me and sat at the side of my bed clutching some old worn down pictures. He showed me pictures of a man in uniform who looked just like me. He explained that this was his father. The resemblance was striking. He explained that his father climbed pointe du hoc in the Second World War and if I was going to going to get his approval it was gonna take more than a ruddy B average grade. He said that the Spencer's are a proud family with a distinguished history and my efforts were laughable at best.

I learned an important lesson lesson that day I think.
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OMG
 
gamz said:
When I say trenches I mean on a consumer level. He spends tons of times interacting with the user community. He listens and makes changes per the feedback.
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"In the Trenches" is a very specific metaphor. What do you think it means?
 
gamz said:
Sure, they all are. The difference is Phil is down in the trenches with us. Is it bullshit? I don't know. Everything he's done and how he's always reaching out to the fanbase is encouraging. At least he's showing he gives a shit and gives us consumers the time and day. I can't say that for the rest of them.
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"Down in the trenches"

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Drinking the KoolAid is one thing but you've nibbled on the cookies. Jesus.
 
He's done a great job at further diminishing the role of Xbox and Microsoft Studios in the gaming world. Sometimes I wonder if he's been sent by Nokia as a revenge to what was done to them by that Microsoft guy.
 
Shiggy said:
He's done a great job at further diminishing the role of Xbox and Microsoft Studios in the gaming world. Sometimes I wonder if he's been sent by Nokia as a revenge to what was done to them by that Microsoft guy.
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Alright guys, you heard this man, time to pack it up. also notify MS to shut down Xbox. Its all finish.
 
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I had to take a double take on the date because I for sure thought this was a necro from 2 years ago or something.

Gowans
Has the worst ideas ever
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Nope. Wow.
 
Ol No Bones said:
I had a dream that Phil was my dad. One day I came home with a bad report card and I could see a hint disappointment on his face. He didn't scold me. He didn't let me see his deep swelling anger. He knew the subtle change in his countenance was enough. I just wanted.. I needed him to be proud. So I worked hard, I applied myself and I went from a C student to a B. As I walked home clutching my new report card to my chest I imagined the look on his face as he saw my achievement. I dreamt that he would hug me and say, "well done son, I always knew you would do it". I walked into my house and with nervous excitement approached fathers door. What would he say I thought? I almost walked right in out of excitement but remembered that dads office was off limits without permission. I knocked softly 3 times as to not annoy him too much with my interruption. Dad in his normal kind but serious tone said, "You may come in." I had very rarely been allowed access to the office so I always took a moment To marvel at the ever expanding library father had accumulated. The office had no windows and was lit exclusively by candles which was slightly unnerving in a room of wood floors filled with books. Even though he had not looked up to see who approached and even though I had not said a word he knew who entered. He said, "come in son. I assume you have a pressing matter I must attend to?" I saw him seated at a desk of mahogany with little care to even look at me. I sat in front of the desk and slid my report card in front of him. His gaze moved slightly, only enough that His eyes slightly lit up. I looked a little closer to see that his cheeks were glowing in the candlelight and his dimples looked like deep ominous shadowy caves. He did not say anything but looked up. I had never seen him like this. He had no expression. Not pride, not disappointment. Nothing. I longed that he had communicated something but nothing.. It was a hollow expression devoid of any emotion. He did not say a word. I began crying uncontrollably and fumbled to grab the report card as I stumbled out of the room without any dignity or grace.

The next day father was standing in the doorway to my room as I awoke. He was watching me while I slept. I was surprised to see him there but oddly comforted. He without any sound in his movement approached me and sat at the side of my bed clutching some old worn down pictures. He showed me pictures of a man in uniform who looked just like me. He explained that this was his father. The resemblance was striking. He explained that his father climbed pointe du hoc in the Second World War and if I was going to going to get his approval it was gonna take more than a ruddy B average grade. He said that the Spencer's are a proud family with a distinguished history and my efforts were laughable at best.

I learned an important lesson lesson that day I think.
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Amazing.
 
gamz said:
Sure, they all are. The difference is Phil is down in the trenches with us. Is it bullshit? I don't know. Everything he's done and how he's always reaching out to the fanbase is encouraging. At least he's showing he gives a shit and gives us consumers the time and day. I can't say that for the rest of them.
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With Phil in the trenches our bayonets will be painted with the blood of our enemies and our victory will be sure! Its time to Jump in!
 
Ol No Bones said:
I had a dream that Phil was my dad. One day I came home with a bad report card and I could see a hint disappointment on his face. He didn't scold me. He didn't let me see his deep swelling anger. He knew the subtle change in his countenance was enough. I just wanted.. I needed him to be proud. So I worked hard, I applied myself and I went from a C student to a B. As I walked home clutching my new report card to my chest I imagined the look on his face as he saw my achievement. I dreamt that he would hug me and say, "well done son, I always knew you would do it". I walked into my house and with nervous excitement approached fathers door. What would he say I thought? I almost walked right in out of excitement but remembered that dads office was off limits without permission. I knocked softly 3 times as to not annoy him too much with my interruption. Dad in his normal kind but serious tone said, "You may come in." I had very rarely been allowed access to the office so I always took a moment To marvel at the ever expanding library father had accumulated. The office had no windows and was lit exclusively by candles which was slightly unnerving in a room of wood floors filled with books. Even though he had not looked up to see who approached and even though I had not said a word he knew who entered. He said, "come in son. I assume you have a pressing matter I must attend to?" I saw him seated at a desk of mahogany with little care to even look at me. I sat in front of the desk and slid my report card in front of him. His gaze moved slightly, only enough that His eyes slightly lit up. I looked a little closer to see that his cheeks were glowing in the candlelight and his dimples looked like deep ominous shadowy caves. He did not say anything but looked up. I had never seen him like this. He had no expression. Not pride, not disappointment. Nothing. I longed that he had communicated something but nothing.. It was a hollow expression devoid of any emotion. He did not say a word. I began crying uncontrollably and fumbled to grab the report card as I stumbled out of the room without any dignity or grace.

The next day father was standing in the doorway to my room as I awoke. He was watching me while I slept. I was surprised to see him there but oddly comforted. He without any sound in his movement approached me and sat at the side of my bed clutching some old worn down pictures. He showed me pictures of a man in uniform who looked just like me. He explained that this was his father. The resemblance was striking. He explained that his father climbed pointe du hoc in the Second World War and if I was going to going to get his approval it was gonna take more than a ruddy B average grade. He said that the Spencer's are a proud family with a distinguished history and my efforts were laughable at best.

I learned an important lesson lesson that day I think.
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A work of art. One of GAF's defining posts. 10/10
 
Ol No Bones said:
With Phil in the trenches our bayonets will be painted with the blood of our enemies and our victory will be sure! Its time to Jump in!
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Why is it so hard to understand it's nice to have a person in his stature reach out to the community. And willingly want responses to make it better.

Agreed, I could have chosen a better word. Perhaps, Customer Service?
 
Remember how Phil always says he listens and wants to bring back all these shiny old franchises and then we get stuff like the Rare Pirate MMO that nobody wants, that shitty Conker Eyepet thingy for their AR glasses and the glorious return of Battletoads
as a character in Killer Instinct. Wohoooooo

Its amazing how all the time people fall for this guy and celebrate him for teasing hot stuff and then just underdilivering. Phil is a louthmouth like Don Mattrick, but hey, he sometimes answers on twitter with a maybe, so he is much better.

Even while I have to admit that he is at least way more sympathic then his predecessor. And this works like it seems.
 
Popsickles said:
Phil Spencer or not, do you think any of the recent changes would have happened if xbone was the market leader.
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This is a useless hypothetical that drives conversation off in the direction of "being that company A is thoroughly evil, we might expect their behavior to be different, were the shoe on the other foot."

But the shoe isn't on the other foot and the Xbox One isn't the market leader. So questioning if this would've happened in an alternate timeline is foolish. The conversation need to be, "How can they continue to add to the value proposition of the brand?"
 
gamz said:
Why is it so hard to understand it's nice to have a person in his stature reach out to the community. And willingly want responses to make it better.

Agreed, I could have chosen a better word. Perhaps, Customer Service?
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Naw I'm just kidding. I like Phil, he tries to engage the community as best he can. He replies to tweets almost every day and seems genuinely interested in what his customer base thinks.

That said there are things Phil obviously can't address openly like the shutting down of many internal studios and their insistence to partner outside instead of taking risks within. MS obviously does not approach exclusive titles the same way as Sony or Nintendo. I think for internally developed games they should take a hard look at Nintendo and even Sony.

Back on topic though I think he is doing what he thinks is best for gamers and we will see if his vision pans out. I'm certainly interested to say the least.
 
Ol No Bones said:
I had a dream that Phil was my dad. One day I came home with a bad report card and I could see a hint disappointment on his face. He didn't scold me. He didn't let me see his deep swelling anger. He knew the subtle change in his countenance was enough. I just wanted.. I needed him to be proud. So I worked hard, I applied myself and I went from a C student to a B. As I walked home clutching my new report card to my chest I imagined the look on his face as he saw my achievement. I dreamt that he would hug me and say, "well done son, I always knew you would do it". I walked into my house and with nervous excitement approached fathers door. What would he say I thought? I almost walked right in out of excitement but remembered that dads office was off limits without permission. I knocked softly 3 times as to not annoy him too much with my interruption. Dad in his normal kind but serious tone said, "You may come in." I had very rarely been allowed access to the office so I always took a moment To marvel at the ever expanding library father had accumulated. The office had no windows and was lit exclusively by candles which was slightly unnerving in a room of wood floors filled with books. Even though he had not looked up to see who approached and even though I had not said a word he knew who entered. He said, "come in son. I assume you have a pressing matter I must attend to?" I saw him seated at a desk of mahogany with little care to even look at me. I sat in front of the desk and slid my report card in front of him. His gaze moved slightly, only enough that His eyes slightly lit up. I looked a little closer to see that his cheeks were glowing in the candlelight and his dimples looked like deep ominous shadowy caves. He did not say anything but looked up. I had never seen him like this. He had no expression. Not pride, not disappointment. Nothing. I longed that he had communicated something but nothing.. It was a hollow expression devoid of any emotion. He did not say a word. I began crying uncontrollably and fumbled to grab the report card as I stumbled out of the room without any dignity or grace.

The next day father was standing in the doorway to my room as I awoke. He was watching me while I slept. I was surprised to see him there but oddly comforted. He without any sound in his movement approached me and sat at the side of my bed clutching some old worn down pictures. He showed me pictures of a man in uniform who looked just like me. He explained that this was his father. The resemblance was striking. He explained that his father climbed pointe du hoc in the Second World War and if I was going to going to get his approval it was gonna take more than a ruddy B average grade. He said that the Spencer's are a proud family with a distinguished history and my efforts were laughable at best.

I learned an important lesson lesson that day I think.
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samuraidino said:
I may not believe in Phil, But I believe in the Phil Spencer Effect.
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Oh shit, Microsoft is streaming their E3 2014 conference on the usual plattforms. What a accomplishment.
Also he made a good first interview and solely planed the enter of a big new market in only one month (obiviously, before nobody thought of goint to china before he arrived)
Spencer be praised. Xbox would be doomed without him.

Edit: Amazing, so Phil Spencer was the guy who planned the tier 2 countey launches? Man, dude must have invented time travel, Ive heard Microsofts plans to do this months before. Man. What a guy.
 
Ricky Ricardo said:
This is a useless hypothetical that drives conversation off in the direction of "being that company A is thoroughly evil, we might expect their behavior to be different, were the shoe on the other foot."

But the shoe isn't on the other foot and the Xbox One isn't the market leader. So questioning if this would've happened in an alternate timeline is foolish. The conversation need to be, "How can they continue to add to the value proposition of the brand?"
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Well the Op was putting the changes on Phil I was just saying that things had to change either way. If Phil was still in charge and xbox was winning the changes would not have happened. It not Spencer but the situation causing changes in Microsoft
 
I'd believe in Phil more if I felt he had true autonomy.

This whole mess with UWP / UWA just reeks of corporate overlords dictating what he must do.
I mean, surely as the head of Microsoft gaming he would know better than to release that mess on his own, right? Right...???
 
Ol No Bones said:
I had a dream that Phil was my dad. One day I came home with a bad report card and I could see a hint disappointment on his face. He didn't scold me. He didn't let me see his deep swelling anger. He knew the subtle change in his countenance was enough. I just wanted.. I needed him to be proud. So I worked hard, I applied myself and I went from a C student to a B. As I walked home clutching my new report card to my chest I imagined the look on his face as he saw my achievement. I dreamt that he would hug me and say, "well done son, I always knew you would do it". I walked into my house and with nervous excitement approached fathers door. What would he say I thought? I almost walked right in out of excitement but remembered that dads office was off limits without permission. I knocked softly 3 times as to not annoy him too much with my interruption. Dad in his normal kind but serious tone said, "You may come in." I had very rarely been allowed access to the office so I always took a moment To marvel at the ever expanding library father had accumulated. The office had no windows and was lit exclusively by candles which was slightly unnerving in a room of wood floors filled with books. Even though he had not looked up to see who approached and even though I had not said a word he knew who entered. He said, "come in son. I assume you have a pressing matter I must attend to?" I saw him seated at a desk of mahogany with little care to even look at me. I sat in front of the desk and slid my report card in front of him. His gaze moved slightly, only enough that His eyes slightly lit up. I looked a little closer to see that his cheeks were glowing in the candlelight and his dimples looked like deep ominous shadowy caves. He did not say anything but looked up. I had never seen him like this. He had no expression. Not pride, not disappointment. Nothing. I longed that he had communicated something but nothing.. It was a hollow expression devoid of any emotion. He did not say a word. I began crying uncontrollably and fumbled to grab the report card as I stumbled out of the room without any dignity or grace.

The next day father was standing in the doorway to my room as I awoke. He was watching me while I slept. I was surprised to see him there but oddly comforted. He without any sound in his movement approached me and sat at the side of my bed clutching some old worn down pictures. He showed me pictures of a man in uniform who looked just like me. He explained that this was his father. The resemblance was striking. He explained that his father climbed pointe du hoc in the Second World War and if I was going to going to get his approval it was gonna take more than a ruddy B average grade. He said that the Spencer's are a proud family with a distinguished history and my efforts were laughable at best.

I learned an important lesson lesson that day I think.
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Still can't get over how good this post is
 
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