Who did you throw it at, Zig Forums?

When I was a dumb teen playing for the first time: mean wacist man

When I was an adult immersing myself in the game: It's 1914, Booker is probably "racist", and I'm supposed to be undercover; why the fuck would I break that to virtue signal in front of a crowd of racists?

Why is everyone talking about this game now? Did it just get cracked and the yuropoors get a hold of it or something?

Better question is why did he pick the number he was specifically told NOT to pick?

No one cuz the game didn't even let me.

I originally froze for a second, actually debating whether I should draw attention to to myself or do something terrible but keep my cover. Which is what that scene is designed to do, and it achieves its purpose with flying colors.

Still, it's a video game, so I decided to throw it at the barker because I thought I could take whatever happens after. The game starting proper at that moment was a really clever touch. Really loved this game.

Ironic shitposting is what ruined this board.

He didn't. Just put his hand in a basket.

Levine's big brain self-insert warning made no sense.

Everything before and after Soldier's Field or whatever, the Slate shit. That's all hot garbage.

It's a metaphysical experiment. The idea is that the Luteces tried sending Booker up to Columbia before, but it all ended in failure. It was proof that in every alternate reality, Booker WILL pick no. 77 no matter what.

No, what ruined this board is bigoted, soulless, burnout loser fuckstains like you who can't handle the thought of people liking things.

Well, it's what ruined the entire Internet, really. But this place in particular.

Imagine not noticing a tattoo on the back of your own hand.

Literally nothing in that post was genuine.

That's not the experience I had with the game at all, but you do you.

Still doesn't make sense.

The idea is that THIS Booker must succeed; Robert has had enough and wants their mistake fixed or he will leave, according to the voxophones; running some meme experiment makes less sense than the warning, which also makes no sense.

He didn't cover it on purpose because he was suicidal; because of sub-concious remorse for everything he did, even if he made himself forget it. Cognitive dissonnance, and all that.

You keep telling yourself that.

Shithead.

Also succeeding literally means nothing, there are infinite timelines and infinite possibilities.

Shit, I didn't even think of that.

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I think the Luteces are still detached from what is happenning despite their regrets. Being able to jump around between alternate realities does that to you. They probably believe that they will succeed sooner or later, in whichever reality, they just need to keep modifying their plan. It's probably why they hand you a shield on a silver platter and have everything you would need for Columbie in the box they give you.

They probably already calculated that if Elizabeth got her full power, she would be able to make a change on every last Infinite timeline. That's how powerful she is and that's what the ending represents - you being an amalgamation of every Booker that got baptised, concentrated into one being, with the Elizabeths from the other timelines there to proove this; and dying there meant every timeline changed and Columbia was never made.

>that part where the Songbird takes Elizabeth away from you and you see what happens beause you failed
That was fucking chilling. I was surprised myself that I felt the loss of a vidya character. Fantastic fucking game, this was.