Damn, there is so much butthurt in this thread that only skimming through it for 30 seconds made me unable to sit for some time.
Please forgive me, most respected gaming colleague, I confess that I am not as familiar with the word "Butthurt", as you would appear to be.
Indeed I profess my ignorance as to both the origins and meaning of this most intriguing expression.
I can only assume that you are referring to a perhaps clandestine, nocturnal, activity that is prevalent in the community that you frequent, or the subsequent physical condition that you incur as a result of the aforementioned activity ?
As a gentlemanly matter of course, I would not wish to pry into the intimacy of your private affairs, therefore please accept the fact that the enquiry is made in a uniquely rhetorical fashion.
I digress, allow me to explain, for my origins are in the apparently forgotten era where a man's word is his bond, where the intention or eventual action of putting pen to paper (or indeed, finger to keyboard in the parlance of our days) engaged oneself into an agreement of candid, honest dialogue with one's intended audience.
With hindsight, however, it is abundantly clear that my foolish attempts to apply the aforementioned gentleman's protocol to the correspondence with the representative of the Relic Organization, who wishes to be known only as Mr.T.Bob, were naive at best, crassly ignorant at worst, the truth be known.
I wish to publicly apologize for my simple-minded, impulsive and ingenuous interpretation of the statement published by Mr.T.Bob, in particular the "No Pay To Win in Coh2" sentence.
Henceforth, I shall do my utmost to interpret the "true" meaning of any statement made by representatives of the Relic Company, after the fashion of our modern times.
Indulge me if you may, for I wish to conclude with a quotation from a man also known as Bob, who is perhaps signalling the unfortunate end of the era of which I so fondly portray.
"Oh The times, they are a changing"