This thing which is a textbook piece of rabble-rousing. They fall for it every single time! Wasting the energy of PS3 fans like this is one of the many ways we fight. If one man doesn't go out to the shops to buy a PS3 game because he's busy slagging people off on the internet today, it will have been worth it. This thing where we did more purposeful rabble-rousing again two days later, to see if they'd fall for it twice in one week. They did! This thing about experimental teenage dress-up activity. This thing about adding vibration to Sony's rubbish SIXAXIS controller, because we are contractually obliged to occasionally write something about Sony products. There is nothing in our contract about having to be NICE about them, mind. This thing about Dr. Kawashima being mental, because we are also obliged to occasionally be nice about Nintendo's "magic wand" machine. This thing about a serious piece of tech and gaming news, because you can't not use pictures like this when they come along:
A site about games and game paraphernalia and how nothing's as good as we remember it, probably because we used to inhabit a FANTASY WORLD.
What are we half-heartedly skimming RIGHT NOW?
Each post .02% worse than the last.
THE HTML ERAS
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.
Links to that blog of yours you started up and were excited about for a whole weekend.
Some people we might've MET. Or at least seen in a room and been near.
Other sites we are happy to officially endorse without requiring Adwords spend.
Having one is compulsory, apparently. Ours is here. It is not meant to be funny.
People off the internet. Quality and commitment levels may vary.
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.