"Sir; I have an idea. Censor it! Remove all negative feed-back and inflate the positive responses we've received!"
"That is genius, Smith!"
A few days have passed since the censorship took hold. The valve community are outraged at how Valve is handling this. Several posts are being circulated around various large community sites on the internet, exposing the censorship. Not only did the censorship fail miserably, but Valve itself is now in the crosshair of gamer community.
"Hi, Smith. Mr Valvestein is waiting for you in his office. Please, if you would..", Smith interjected quickly by waving his hands in an indifferent manner; "Yeah, yeah... sigh I just thought that... whatever..."
Smith enters mr Valvestein's office with his head hanging low but notices that mr Valvestein is smiling. Smith cocks his head in confusion.
"Welcome to the 87th floor, mr Smith.", he said with a grin across his face.
"Thanks, mr Va--", Valvestein continued speaking without acknowledging Smith's respons; "I assume you know why you are here? But then again maybe my assumption is simply a reflection of my naiveitivity.."
"I will put this as simply as I can. You are not being fired. Even though you probably cost Valve millions of dollars in future revenue and destroyed the public perception of Skyrim, Steam and Valve. Even though the bad reviews and ratings would have set us back a fraction of a percent instead of double-digit percentiles before you brilliant idea of censorship." an ominous pause followed. Smith was about to open his mouth to speak when Valvestein continued; ".. I will not fire you.. instead.. I have hired these hit men to destroy you. And the rest of your family as well. Infact, I have hired an entire squadron of goons who will hunt down everybody who shares your families DNA. I will irradicate you and your genetic footprint from the face of the earth and history of the universe. It will be as if you never existed; poetic justice in a way. Where you failed to censor the bad reviews I will prevail in censoring your existance. Good bye, mr Smith."
**The shadowy figures emerged into the light falling down through the blinds of the window. Mr Smith was never seen again. Infact mr Smith is a fictional name, his (or her) real name is unknown."