Raziel (Patreon)

Dear Crystal Dynamics: 

I know you are under no obligation to listen to me. I'm just some nameless B-tier artist on the internet. But please, for the love of every possibly existing god in the universe, any possibly existing gods in any other possibly existing universes, and everything in between down to the force-carrying gluons, if you're going to bring back Kain and Raziel, PLEASE DO NOT do it just because you think it might buy some CEO another mansion or yacht. 

Do it because you have a team of dedicated, passionate artists and creatives who desperately need to make this happen with every fiber of their beings. Do it because you are gripped by the desire to bring Raziel and Kain into a new era, to expound upon their world and lore, to revive their story in the light of graphical and technological advancements that could not even have been dreamed of in the era when they debuted. Do it because you love it. 

I can't pretend to speak for anyone else but be forewarned, if I ever start up a Legacy of Kain or Soul Reaver game and am met with something like "Buy this reaver skin! Only $29.99!" or "sorry, you cannot access this area because you did not preorder or purchase the season pass" or some other shitfuckery of that nature, I will actually explode with the force of an octillion hypergiant supernovae, destroy everything in those aforementioned possibly existing universes, and annihilate any further possibility of existence in any form across all time and space. My rage will make UY Scuti look like a fucking chihuahua. The Big Bang will bow to the sheer, cosmic horror of my wrath.

I̴̛̦̟̞̜̞̱͍̳͕̰͖̦̻͐̈́̄̾̈̃̏͊͗̎ ̸̰̞͗̕ȧ̷͍̹̠̜̹͊͗̐̆͑̒̓̇m̶̡̡̬̋͗ ̷̨̡̢̢͖͔͚̭̠̥͕̙̲̻̳̈́̓̓͘B̵̡̨̡̡͇̺̰͚̯̙̭̪͎̽̄̒̀̿̔͋͘͝ę̸̜̥̰̙̹̾̄͌̑̒̈́́̋̾͑́̈́͘͝c̸̛̛̜̘̼͓̱͛̽͂̽̾̍̈́̓͛́͘o̷̢̺̤̭̘̘͚̱̙̰̜̱͂̂͂͗́̔̀̃̀̊͝͠ͅm̸̢̖͉̺͈͚̺̖̍̾̏̚͘͘ė̷̗̻͚͇͙̰̥͗͛̓͝͝ ̸̪͉̟̼̺͂͝ͅÄ̸̧̛͓̜͚̲̮̳̐̑̔́̆̍́̒͝ͅZ̴̢̺̟͓̑̎̏̓̈́͑̽̾̄̐̓̆A̷̡̧̛̠͔̟̞̱͙̖̞͛̎̚͜T̶̡̧͇͔͚̮̲̺̘͕͉́͑͌͋̀̍̓̄̍̋̀͛̚̕͘H̵̨̛̭͙͕̋͛̊̕Ǫ̷͍̰̯̗̈̂̈́̄̋̕͠T̸͖̞̣͚̔͐̒͝͝H̴̨̛̹̯͓͇͖̄̀͛,̵̮͈͙̰̙͓̲͙̪̱͓̫͚̈́̂̋͆̋̽̔͒̌̈́̈̆͜ ̵̧̡̣̙̭̥̺̼͖̼̈̂͑̚͝D̸̢̡̺͉̳̹̝̹̩̯̣̱̬͒e̶̡̧̨͖̯̞̱̘̪̱̘̯̳̐̃̏̑͒̑̽͗͛͒̎̔̕s̷̯͖̤̟̗̤̹̔̽͋̈̂̋̽̚t̴̢̓̋̉ṟ̸̼̭̯̞͍̳̽̃̋̿o̷̥͋̄̀̾͑̌̊̓̚ẙ̴̯̮̾̐̊͊͑́̍̈́̓́͑͋͝ͅë̷̟͓̖̗̭̭̫͕͇̣̟́͒r̸̦̪̞͕̐̐̍̒̓͝ͅ ̷̛̛͔̙̱͓͎̳̟̫̗̩̉̎͋́̇̄̕ͅó̷̙̰̣͎̲̗̣̥̖̆f̷̩͙̭͉̯̙̿̀͒̈́̌͋̈́͠͝ ̸̢̙̞̼̺͔͋̆̋̃̈̑̃͋̾̚Ṷ̸̙͎͔͗̒͋̑n̴̡̨̢̢̠̲̬̝̤͈̱̩͇̈́̉̄̄͑̔̍́̽̑̅͜͠͠į̸̘̥̼̪̯̙̯͎̲̩̺̏ͅv̷̡͕͈͔̳̫̺͔̜̞̭̐̔̊̓̈́̔̏̅̅̎͌͝ẽ̵̡̟͈̦̊͛͆̿͑̾͋͊́r̵̢̧̛̤͚̭̙̮̜͗̍̋͑̂͋͆̄̓̋͜͜ͅͅs̷̛̝̱̄͆́̑̀͛̋ȩ̵͚̲͖̤̪̭̣͓̻̮̜̺̪͌̃̀͗̽̌́̀͑̒̇͂͂̚͝ş̷̛̥͍͇̫͖͑͗̄̄̐̃̽̈́̕͝͠͝.̷̡̬̙͖̤͚̜̓̂̽͌.

I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. I'm being quite literal. This will all actually happen. I mean it. Every syllable. Down to the phonons. 

And it will be your fault. So don't do it. Please. The universe is in your hands.