bethesda-grade incompetence

Making something that could be good but ends up being terrible, but people enjoy it anyway; ignoring hundreds and hundreds of helpful suggestions; generally being a giant assclown that is clearly only worried about selling the bridge that you are currently burning while standing on.

The world fades from black. You sit in a wooden cart, surrounded by bandits. One of the bandits has terribly broken textures, and two others are incorrectly labelled as housecats. You shout out to God almighty "I think there's a mistake here!!" Suddenly, a feral pig jumps out of a bush and explodes, killing you. This is some Bethesda-grade incompetence.