Rant: Delete the yellow glyphs
I have never felt true insanity in my life until I met the yellow glyphs.
Imagine: The Rift closes in three hours, and you're on 78. You only need a few more challenges done until the Deep Rift is yours. You're running around like a headless chicken, desperately searching for something you can't detect unless its right in front of you. The survivors around you are confused and angry you aren't doing gens, aren't helping, aren't looping the killer, but they don't know. They don't know that you have yellow glyphs. You finally find it, it's resting in the corner of the map next to a gen. You take a deep breath and dip your hand in.
Failure.
Was it the wifi? The servers, or did you simply just miss? You don't know, you don't have the capability to know, you just stare in utter dejection. A wild Zarina approaches you, demanding to know why you didn't help her finish the 87% gen with Prove Thyself, but she doesn't know. She doesn't know that it was your fourth attempt, that you had spent twelve minutes of the trial dragging yourself around Yamaoka Estate frantically hunting the glyph only to fail three times already. Every single time you found it a flicker of hope lit up your heart, only to burn away upon failing that third skillcheck.
Wesker flies in out of nowhere. He grabs Zarina and throws her away, leaving the panicked survivor to scamper away like a startled rat. He turns to you, wondering why you aren't running away, and you slowly turn your head to look at the killer. He witnesses the utter hopelessness on your face, downs you, and carries you away with no resistance on your end.
Never has my mind filled with such anarchy until I ran the yellow glyphs. Four glyphs. Twelve trials have already passed, and I was only on the second. The pure hatred combined with the sleep deprivation of playing at 4 in the morning was taking me to a dark place. If the yellow glyphs exist, there is no afterlife. Our flesh will turn to dust and our bodies will decay into the dirt, joining the trillions of people who have passed on prior and laid to rest. By the tenth trial I felt toxic, nothing else in the game mattered anymore. The gens were a chore, the survivors were scampering cockroaches, and the killer was just as trapped as the rest of us. There was no end to this frivolous game of cat and mouse. All that mattered was the yellow glyphs, yet every single one slipped from my grasp.
Remove the yellow glyphs. The world will find peace if the glyphs are eradicated. Killer and survivor mains will join hands as a united community if the yellow glyphs are purged. Every time I failed a glyph, a raging violence rose within me only to get instantly smothered by empty acceptance. I felt used, exploited, The Entity laughing at me as I threw game after game hopelessly chasing after a held-button interaction. In the end I cracked, buying out the rest of the Rift. The yellow glyphs had won, and I was left feeling cold and empty inside.
Remove the yellow glyphs. You can keep whatever perks or game mechanics you want. Please... remove the yellow glyphs.
Comments
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They're bugged, it's on BHVR that they couldn't be bothered fixing them before the Rift finished.
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