I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a DRM. It is a DRM deeply rooted in the American DRM.
I have a DRM that one day this nation will rise up and live against the true meaning of what happened with Assassin’s Creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all gamers are created equal.”
I have a DRM that one day on the rolling hills of SimCity, the sons of former consumers and the sons of former EA executives, will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a DRM that one day even with the state of Origin, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a DRM that all little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by their ability to get online, but by the content they own.
I have a DRM today.
I have a DRM that one day, online, with its vicious stores, with its publishers unjustly refusing the rightful refund to gamers; one day right here online, little gamer boys and gamer girls will be able to play games together as sisters and brothers.
I have a DRM that one day every game shall be exalted, every login and server shall be made available, the singleplayer places will be made offline, and the broken places will be made fixed, and the glory of the game shall be revealed, and all flesh shall play it together.
