Give a man an MMO client, and he'll gind for a day... Give him an SDK and server farm... and he think's he's frigg'in GOD??!!
Crom, Set, Derketo, Mitra, Ishtar, Erlik... or whatever incarnation you call yourself by to tickle your fancy, as you prance around the office with the plastic Viking hat and bath towel, trying to impress the hawt new intern-chick who still has no figging idea what an MMO is, but who joined anyway because hey... the pay is better than what was on offer at the strip-club... I am intrigued by your offer.
But what... WHAT I SAY, makes you think that your carrot on a stick is going to entice me to spend my precious spare time, suffering with a half finished game, full of battlenet kiddies desperate for a peek of erect eNipple with the mistaken idea that seeing bouncing eNipply boobies will somehow validate their cybering sessions, which in reality are thinly veiled attempts to gain inspirations which I am sure will come in handy later that night, when they are alone... in their beds... with a head full of chain mail bikinis!!
I've been there so many times before, what makes you think this will be any different? You site there in your ivory tower, mountain, cloud, whatever and think that us, the unwashed masses will simple fall to our knees and beg for a place in your nirvana?
Bah... and you wonder why I am an atheist!
You can take your World of ConanCraft, Hyborian "Raid or DIE!" Island Adventures and stick it up your high priestess, where the sun don't shine!
