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Heed not the false joy gained by waving your arms to the blinking of pixels. The mind dies by the minute. Your standards and judgement dimishes with every meaningless thrust and chop of your wrist. Content and thought falls before simple kenetic transgressions of motion.

Realize the heresy of your actions. Hold the Wii-Mote tightly between your fingers. Clear your mind of all thoughts and swing the Wii-Mote down at the Wii console in a rage of fury and justice. Show your enemy no mercy. Do not stop until it lies broken below you. The pile of rubble below your feet has been rendered useless by the highest function of the Wiimote.

You must strike down and smite the greatest defiler of the industry. Understand our hate for the current state of the industry extends to all franchises, developers, consoles, and gamers. The Wii presents only one of the few problems plauging the current industry, but its blasphemous hersey must not go unpunished. The childish toy before you wishes to destroy an artform you hold dear. It wishes to break down the standards and quality that have contextualized our understanding of progression within the industry. The Wii calls every fool to it with promises of child-like entertainment devoid of substance and meaning.

The very act of interfacing with the controller and the flashing pixels on your television has replaced the careful cultivation of a world different than our own. The Wii attempts to summon a numberless horde of consorts, fools, and children to our most cherished world. The ignorant masses will corrupt both artist and merchant alike; their cries for medocrity will drown out our already soft and echoing demands for substance, depth, and immersion.