I don't have to tell you things are bad.
Everybody knows things are bad.
It's a Fang costume depression.
Everybody's out of fight money or scared of losing their buffs.
4.99 doesn't buy a bundle's worth, online monsters are going bust, Akuma players keep a gun under the counter.
Punk's Karin is running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to the standing light kicks
We know the air is unfit to jump in and our Ryu players unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local Capcom rep tells us that today we had fifteen Cammy Costumes and sixty-three Chun-Li outfits, as if that's the way it's supposed to be.
We know things are bad - worse than bad.
They're crazy.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go to our locals anymore.
We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my arcade stick and my monitor and my steel-chassis gaming laptop and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone.
I want you to get salty!
I don't want you to protest.
I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your Combofiend because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write.
I don't know what to do about the DLC character impressions and the Chun costume inflation and the balancing and the frauds in the street.
All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say, 'I'm a FANG PLAYER, God damn it!My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now.
I want all of you to get up out of your chairs.
I want you to get up right now and go to the window.
Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'M as mad as hell, and I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change.
But first, you've gotta get mad!...
You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the fight money depression and Infiltration and the Hakan oil crisis.
But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: "I'M as mad as hell, and I'M not going to take this anymore!"