Sponsor a Poo and send it (with a personal note) to Sony
By El Alcalde de Tomelloso and Cubitorah
Are we men or mice?
Are you tired of abuse?
Gamerah is, and we have decided to do something about it. We are going to show Sony that in Europe there is no humiliation without response. We are going to show them that we are not an unimportant third-rate market. A pound of flesh.
Delays, higher prices, sloppy translations, harassment of import stores, and, even worse, cheekiness. What does Gamerah say to all this? Gamerah says: NO! And the way we propose to let the evildoers at Sony know is very simple: by sponsoring plastic poos which we will send to Sony's higher echelons in Spain in one or many boxes.
Imagine: you are angry with Sony since the delay, or since they cancelled your order at play-asia, or even since the death of Dreamcast, like some resentful Sega fans in our staff. Anyway: your patience has run out. What can you do? Very simple.
1. Send us an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Include your nickname and your comment/complaint to Sony (one line). Just one grievance per poo, although you can send as many poos as you like.
2. We will reply to you with a bank account number and an identification number.
3. Transfer 4 euro and include the identification number on the transfer's subject. This way we will know it is you.
4. We will attach your message to one of the fake excrements and put it, along with your nickname, in the box we will send to Sony's Spanish headquarters. Of course, we will also include a petition asking them to forward the poos to their bosses in Japan.
Some examples of what you might write:
Tonio87: For the HDMi cable.
Pacotazo: For killing Lik-Sang.
Pepoto: For having no typographical criteria.
Here is an example of what they will look like. Imagine Phil Harrison's face! Hohoho!
The rubber band is provisional.
Just remember: no direct insults or death threats. Be subtle, as in our examples. We know you can do it.
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What are we half-heartedly skimming RIGHT NOW?
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When men used to till the pages by hand.
12 years of wheat and chaff in one vast and impenetrable mass.
Some updates weren't universally hated by the entire world within seconds of being uploaded.
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Some people we might've MET. Or at least seen in a room and been near.
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Having one is compulsory, apparently. Ours is here. It is not meant to be funny.
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It came with the template. Maybe in 2014 we'll jump on board the Twitter train and put that in here. Or a radio. That'd be nice.