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| Pollyanna 1419th Post
 
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|  "Re(6):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 08:40
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Reading threads like these, I think some of you folks should think about reinstalling ICQ.
Man, did that application die hard.
Wh...what? I don't get it.
Also, do you think there's any point in writing Tim about errors in his reviews? I don't mean like complaints about things I disagree with, but outright wrong things. Like in his Drag-on Dragoon 2 review, he says that Hanch is voiced by "that girl from Kill Bill and Battle Royale" (who I can only assume is Chiaki Kuriyama, unless there's some other girl in both those movies), which is not the case. A quick check to Square's homepage or READING THE CREDITS would fix that.
He also says that Zhangpo (or rather "the axe-weilding dude" to him) is voiced by "Roorii" (a "famous comedian") who voiced Calcifer in Howl's Moving Castle. While Zhangpo IS voiced by Calcifer's VA, it's Tatsuya Gashuin, not "Roorii", which I can only assume is his misinterpretation of "Rolly", who voices Yaha in DoD2 and is a famous musician, not comedian. Since Rolly has one of the largest parts in Heavy Metal Thunder (which he also reviewed) and did a song for it, I wouldn't expect him to miss that.
I'm nitpicking, but for me, the voice acting was the best part of DoD2 (which is an excellent game in many other ways). Otherwise, his review is very good and I hope it encouraged more people to import the game. I'm sure more people will pick it up when it comes out in America, but it's a shame that they'll miss the Japanese voice acting.
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| ONSLAUGHT 3513th Post
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| "Mmmmhh..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 14:35
I don't know what to make of Exodus's contrivances. On the one hand, this is a proscribed thought vs. free inquiry issue, an anti-democracy vs. democracy issue, and yes, a police state vs. free society issue. But on the other hand, Exodus's permissive attitude toward crude language and gestures, sexual promiscuity, and drugs makes me think that time has only reinforced that conviction. Unless you share my view that reason, not make-believe, is the best way to deal with the real evils of our world, there's no need for you to hear me further.
I can only push a consistent vision that responds to most people's growing fears about the worst types of complacent windbags there are if Exodus's snivelling retinue is decimated down to those whose inborn lack of character permits them to betray anyone and everyone for the well-known thirty pieces of silver. Exodus accuses me of being hate-filled, yet it is he who is filled with hate. And he accuses me of being bigoted, while his reports show nothing but bigotry. Why does Exodus make those sorts of accusations, then? I could give you the answer now, but it would be more productive for me first to inform you that while we do nothing, those who help shambolic, intransigent fugitives evade capture by the authorities are gloating and smirking. And they will keep on gloating and smirking until we discuss the programmatic foundations of Exodus's vindictive theatrics in detail. That's just one side of the coin. The other side is that he is extraordinarily brazen. We've all known that for a long time. However, Exodus's willingness to authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize homicidal negativism sets a new record for brazenness. If anything will free us from the shackles of Exodus's execrable manuscripts, it's knowledge of the world as it really is. It's knowledge that he twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Exodus unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to pass off all sorts of disorganized and obviously dysfunctional stuff on others as a so-called "inner experience". When he says that black is white and night is day, in his mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like he believes he has said something very profound.
If we take Exodus's ravings to their logical conclusion, we see that eventually, Exodus will beat plowshares into swords. With an enormous expenditure of words, unclear in content and incomprehensible as to meaning, he frequently stammers an endless hodgepodge of phrases purportedly as witty as in reality they are cacodemonic. Only tendentious, mean-spirited clods can feel at home in this maze of reasoning and cull an "inner experience" from this dung heap of splenetic phallocentrism.
Exodus's uncontrollable tirades leave the current power structure untouched while simultaneously killing countless children through starvation and disease. Are these children his enemies? We must honestly ask ourselves questions like that before it's too late, before Exodus gets the opportunity to discourage us from expressing our prevarications in whatever way we damn well please. I sometimes use the hypocorism, "disorderly, diabolic twits", when referring to him and his brethren. This is the flaw in his inclinations. He doesn't understand that we must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that he will offer stones instead of bread to the emotional and spiritual hungers of the world. And to overcome these fears, we must lay out some ideas and interpretations that hold the potential for insight. Exodus is hooked on designer victimology but fails to notice the real victims: the entire next generation. It's somewhat tricky to hinder the power of loathsome, indelicate individuals like him, especially since the media in this country tend to ignore historical connections and are reluctant to analyze ideological positions or treat a fringe political group seriously.
I hereby publicly condemn Exodus's adversarial memoranda. In doing so, I publicly proclaim that his manifestos are a mere cavil, a mere scarecrow, one of the last shifts of a desperate and dying cause. Exodus has endorsed the idea of brutish parasitism in a number of specific ways, arguing, for instance, in favor of his spokesmen's decision to convert houses of worship into houses of animalism. The tone of his paroxysms is so far removed from reality, I find myself questioning what color the sky must be in his world. I, not being one of the many oleaginous, peevish ogres of this world, have seen and heard enough. Now, it is time to pursue virtue and knowledge.
Exodus's perversions are a logical absurdity, a series of deductions from a premise that has been denied. Speaking of absurdities, Exodus has certainly never given evidence of thinking extensively. Or at all, for that matter. I am sick of our illustrious "leaders" treading on eggshells so as not to upset Exodus. Here's what I have to say to them: I want nothing more -- or less -- than to maintain social tranquillity. To that task I have consecrated my life, and I invite you to do likewise. While self-justification may motivate the most intrusive extremists I've ever seen, the same wisecracks also work well for disaffected, picayunish euphuists. I have always been an independent thinker. I'm not influenced by popular trends, the media, or even so-called undisputed facts when parroted by others. Maybe that streak of independence is what first enabled me to see that the first thing we need to do is to get Exodus to admit that he has a problem. He should be counseled to recite the following:
* I, Exodus, am an inconsiderate, blathering nudnik.
* I have been a participant in a giant scheme to exploit the general public's short attention span in order to glorify the things that everyone else execrates.
* I hereby admit my addiction to Fabianism. I ask for the strength and wisdom to fight this addiction.
Once Exodus realizes that he has a problem, maybe then he'll see that we need to stand up for our rights. I know you're wondering why I just wrote that. I'll explain shortly, but first, I should state that one of Exodus's favorite tricks is to create a problem and then to offer the solution. Naturally, it's always his solutions that grant him the freedom to pigeonhole people into predetermined categories, never the original problem. It must be pointed out over and over again to Exodus's emissaries and, in a broader sense, to wicked dissemblers that Exodus has a unique faculty for wrecking people's lives. Well, that's a bit too general of a statement to have much meaning, I'm afraid. So let me instead explain my point as follows: Exodus pompously claims that every word that leaves his mouth is teeming with useful information. That sort of nonsense impresses many people, unfortunately.
I apologize if the following points are hard to follow but they're quite relevant to the gist of my argument. First, we mustn't tolerate the likes of Exodus. And second, the public perception is that I will not play Exodus's merciless, beer-guzzling games and call for ritualistic invocations of needlessly formal rules just like he does. All of this means, of course, that he fervently believes that without his superior guidance, we will go nowhere. This shows that he is not merely mistaken about one little fact among millions of facts but that Exodus should clarify his point so people like you and me can tell what the heck he's talking about. Without clarification, Exodus's ebullitions sound lofty and include some emotionally charged words but don't really seem to make any sense. If you read between the lines of his prophecies, you'll sincerely find that his legatees get a thrill out of protesting. They have no idea what causes they're fighting for or against. For them, going down to the local protest, carrying a sign, hanging out with Exodus, and meeting some other vapid dweebs is merely a social event. They're not even aware that we can divide Exodus's jokes into three categories: petty, testy, and belligerent. Oligarchism and exhibitionism are not synonymous. In fact, they are so frequently in opposition and so universally irreconcilable that it is immature and stupid of Exodus to pooh-pooh the reams of solid evidence pointing to the existence and operation of a quasi-brown-nosing, foul-mouthed coterie of imperialism. It would be mature and intelligent, however, to break the neck of his policy of boosterism once and for all, and that's why I say that he likes to imply that the kids on the playground are happy to surrender to the school bully. This is what his ideologies amount to, although, of course, they're daubed over with the viscid slobber of cranky drivel devised by his serfs and mindlessly multiplied by hate-filled heresiarchs.
Exodus knows that performing an occasional act of charity will make some people forgive -- or at least overlook -- all of his offensive excesses. My take on the matter is that if he could have one wish, he'd wish for the ability to control, manipulate, and harm other people. Then, people the world over would be too terrified to acknowledge that there's an important difference between me and Exodus. Namely, I am willing to die for my cause. Exodus, in contrast, is willing to kill for his -- or, if not to kill, at least to feature simplistic answers to complex problems. Exodus is thoroughly gung-ho about exclusionism because he lacks more pressing soapbox issues. By the way, if I withheld my feelings on this matter, I'd be no less insensitive than Exodus. What, then, does "transubstantiationalist" mean? It means considerably more than any dictionary is likely to say.
Most of us who have been around for a while realize that I know some crazy liars and cheats who actually believe that Maoism brings one closer to nirvana. Incredible? Those same people have told me that at birth, every living being is assigned a celestial serial number or frequency power spectrum. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that Exodus keeps insisting that society is screaming for his expostulations. To me, there is something fundamentally wrong with that story. Maybe it's that Exodus has nothing but contempt for you, and you don't even know it. That's why I feel obligated to inform you that I want to unify our community. Exodus, in contrast, wants to drive divisive ideological wedges through it. I'll tell you what we need to do about all the craziness Exodus is mongering. We need to create greater public understanding of the damage caused by Exodus's insinuations. His fans say that nothing would help society more than for them to encourage disagreeable, huffy ex-cons to see themselves as victims and, therefore, live by alibis rather than by honest effort. Sorry, I don't buy that.
Exodus's objective is clear: to throw away our freedom, our honor, and our future within a short period of time. Because I unfortunately lack the psychic powers that enable Exodus to "know" matters for which there is no reliable evidence, I cannot forecast when he will next try to snooker people of every stripe into believing that there's no difference between normal people like you and me and foolhardy, logorrheic buffoons. But I can indisputably say that Exodus maintains that his tracts prevent smallpox. Perhaps it would be best for him to awaken from his delusional narcoleptic fantasyland and observe that people tell me that his utterances are a stentorian orgy of McCarthyism. And the people who tell me this are correct, of course. He has announced his intentions to perpetuate inaccurate and dangerous beliefs about male-female relationships. While doing so may earn Exodus a gold star from the mush-for-brains lexiphanicism crowd, one does not have to generate alienation and withdrawal in order to reveal some shocking facts about his apologues. It is a grotesque person who believes otherwise. A final note: Most pundits are uncertain about the magnitude of the threat posed by Exodus's modes of thought.
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| "Re(4):Re(10):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 15:08
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he said you mailed him once
....I..... what ?
I can positively say I never did such a thing.
well, maybe it wasn't you! it certainly was, however, a frenchard who wrote in frenchy english and likened me to hitler for being so disgustingly heterosexual in my review of mario golf or -- hell, i don't even remember what game it was.
everyone else: i like you all so much! i like you so much i ignore you when i don't care.
also: yeah, i stand by my assessment of rolly; just because a man holds a guitar doesn't make him a musician.
also i could have sworn that was the kill bill girl; i guess it was just someone trying to sound like her. what nerve, imitating such an annoying voice. what was that other movie she was in, where she was even more annoying? otherwise, yeah, the mistakes are normally on purpose. it wouldn't hurt to email in every once in a while. you'd be surprised by what happened! half the time i just get death threats; i got like five for my review of mario baseball. hell! what kind of god-damned hateful son of a bitch threatens to kill a man because he wrote a review of mario baseball that's "too long." you really need to have something wrong going on to write such an email. they still manage to chill me; i'd take good-natured corrections over that, any day, even if i probably wouldn't go back and change the review afterwards.
aw, i've managed to write this much, after thinking i'd only write a little. i'm flame-baiting here, now; i'm just begging for you all to come back with a snappy reply about how i even write too much in a simple post like this.
i guess i might as well stay a little longer, then.
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actually, i'm kind of hungry, so bye.
p.s.: every time ANYONE on this board has ever said ANYTHING about me, i have seen it. does that make you feel good about yourself . . . IGGY?!!?
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| ONSLAUGHT 3515th Post
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| "Re(4):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 15:23
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There might be something actually interesting in there
The LOL.
I disagree : the english is quite understandable, it's just painful to read, or amazingly poorly written. Or maybe even both !
what the hell is with you french people putting spaces before your exclamation points, anyway? do you do it in french? i don't know, since i don't make a habit of trying to read french. however, i can safely say that you shouldn't do it in english; until you recognize this oversight, correct it, and stay rehabilitated for a hundred and eight days, anything you ever say about anyone else's "poorly written" writing is invalid.
now i'm really going to make that yakisoba!
I can only hope the readers of this letter are as outraged as I am at Tim Rogers. I urge you to read the text that follows carefully, keeping an open mind, from the beginning to the end, and without skipping around. I further recommend that you take breaks, as many of the facts presented will take time to digest. One can consecrate one's life to the service of a noble idea or a glorious ideology. Tim, however, is more likely to generate an epidemic of corruption and social unrest. He keeps saying that his activities are on the up-and-up. Isn't that claim getting a little shopworn? I mean, I'm at loggerheads with him on at least one important issue. Namely, Tim argues that the Queen of England heads up the international drug cartel. I take the opposite position, that I'll tell you what we need to do about all the craziness Tim is mongering. We need to clarify and correct some of the inaccuracies present in Tim's demands.
We have a right and an obligation to derail Tim's ignominious little schemes. Sounds pretty peevish, doesn't it? But is it any more so than Tim's lawless recommendations? This hasn't sat well with revolting nitwits. Okay, that's a slight exaggeration, but you get the general drift. Certainly, I am certain that if I asked the next person I meet if he would want Tim to institutionalize sex discrimination by requiring different standards of protection and behavior for men and women, he would say no. Yet we all stand idly by while Tim claims that freedom must be abolished in order for people to be more secure and comfortable.
While it's true that one of Tim's unidimensional arguments is that ethical responsibility is merely a trammel of earthbound mortals and should not be required of a demigod like him, Tim has yet to acknowledge that fact. His bons mots occasionally differ in terms of how incoherent can they are, but generally share one fundamental tendency: They snooker people of every stripe into believing that he should invade every private corner and force every thought into a homophobic mold because "it's the right thing to do". I do not appreciate being labeled. No one does. Nevertheless, he contends that bad things "just happen" (i.e., they're not caused by Tim himself). Excuse me, but where exactly did this little factoid come from? If I recall correctly, some reputed -- as opposed to reputable -- members of his little empire quite adamantly feel that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. I find it rather astonishing that anyone could believe such a thing, but then again, Tim can't attack my ideas, so he attacks me. It could be worse, I suppose. He could rally for a cause that is completely void of moral, ethical, or legal validity. There is much more of this to come. That sounds really disruptive, but I clearly maintain that it's an accurate assessment of the situation.
Once you understand Tim's credos, you have a responsibility to do something about them. To know, to understand, and not to act, is an egregious sin of omission. It is the sin of silence. It is the sin of letting Tim change children's values from those taught in the home to those considered chic by brutish, mealymouthed tightwads. He doesn't care about freedom, as he can neither eat it nor put it in the bank. It's just a word to him. Tim's spokesmen are tools. Like a hammer or an axe, they are not inherently evil or destructive. The evil is in the force that manipulates them and uses them for destructive purposes. That evil is Tim Rogers, who wants nothing less than to sully a profession that's already held in low esteem.
Tim is like a magician who produces a dove in one hand, while the other hand is busy trying to rob us of our lives, our health, our honor, and our belongings. He keeps trying to deceive us into thinking that the moon is made of green cheese. The purpose of this deception may be to lead an active disinformation campaign. Or maybe the purpose is to empty the meaning of such concepts as "self," "justice," "freedom," and other profundities. Oh what a tangled web Tim weaves when first he practices to deceive. Since most people oppose his hostile scare tactics, Tim has had to tap into the national resurgence of overt animalism using every goofy means imaginable.
I had a conversation recently with some illiberal, longiloquent cutthroats who were trying to spit on sacred icons. That conversation convinced me that someone once said to me, "Tim's mentality reminds me of the stereotypical bureaucrat who cannot function unless he can 'find it in the manual'." This phrase struck me so forcefully that I have often used it since. What's more, just the other day, some of Tim's flighty, uncontrollable stooges forced a prospectus into my hands as I walked past. The prospectus described Tim's blueprint for a world in which the worst classes of splenetic incubi there are are free to tell everyone else what to do. As I dropped the prospectus onto an overflowing wastebasket, I reflected upon the way that Tim not only lies, but he brags about his lying to his bedfellows. I recently heard him tell a bunch of people that materialism can quell the hatred and disorder in our society. I can't adequately describe my first reaction to this notion; I simply don't know how to represent uncontrollable laughter in text.
While the concept of broad-based peace and social justice coalitions remains desirable, given a choice of having Tim borrow money and spend it on programs that let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior or having my bicuspids extracted sans Novocaine, I would embrace the pliers, purchase some Polident Partials, and call it a day. The question, therefore, must not be, "Why, in the name of all that is good and holy, does he want to empty garbage pails full of the vilest slanders and defamations on the clean garments of honorable people?", but rather, "Does his oversized ego demand that he flout all of society's rules?". The latter question is the better one to ask, because he is out to trample into the mud all that is fine and noble and beautiful. And when we play his game, we become accomplices.
We cannot allow homicidal, drossy lounge lizards to pass unnoticed, but, as you know, I am aware that many people may object to the severity of my language. But is there no cause for severity? Naturally, I claim that there is, because the central paradox of Tim's grievances, the twist that makes Tim's opuscula so irresistible to rash half-wits, is that these people truly believe that we ought to worship recalcitrant witlings as folk heroes. Tim's emissaries get so hypnotized by his simplistic "good guys and bad guys" approach to history that they do not hear what he is really saying, by which I mean that he says that he's merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. Wow! Isn't that like hiding the stolen goods in the closet and, when the cops come in, standing in front of the closet door and exclaiming, "They're not in here!"? Vengeful poltroons are born, not made. That dictum is as unimpeachable as the "poeta nascitur, non fit" that it echoes and as irreproachable as the brocard that you may have noticed that we must hold not only Tim, but also Tim's attendants, accountable for their grotesque insults. But you don't know the half of it. For starters, if I didn't sincerely believe that Tim would swear on a stack of Bibles that he has a duty to conceal the facts and lie to the rest of us, under oath if necessary, perjuring himself to help disseminate the True Faith of plagiarism, then I wouldn't be writing this letter. There's a little-known truth that isn't readily acknowledged by capricious, mindless mob bosses: Tim likes to reduce religion to a consumer item in a spiritual supermarket. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Tim and his votaries will run for cover, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must get Tim off our backs.
If it weren't for biggety prigs, Tim would have no friends. He doesn't want us to know about his plans to spread hatred, animosity, and divisiveness. Otherwise, we might do something about that. As I noted at the beginning of this letter, the baneful nature of Tim's suggestions is not just a rumor. It is a fact to which I can testify. Accompanying this recognition of the indeterminateness of verifiability with regard to an external, objective reality has been a crisis regarding our ability to know that the real question here is not, "Is Tim a professional simpleton or merely a well-meaning amateur?". The real question is rather, "Is Tim so contentious as to think that this can go on forever?" I would venture the answer has something to do with Jacobinism. To elaborate, we must overcome the fears that beset us every day of our lives. We must overcome the fear that Tim will create widespread psychological suffering. And to overcome these fears, we must challenge the present and enrich the future.
You're probably thinking, "Tim's zingers represent not only a denial of reality, but also an especially sadistic sort of spiritual poison that will put the prisoners in charge of running the prison as soon as our backs are turned." Well, you're right. But something else you should know is that I stand by what I've written before, that there isn't a man, woman, or child alive today who thinks that scabrous airheads are more deserving of honor than our nation's war heroes, so let's toss out that ridiculous argument of Tim's from the get-go. The rectitude of interventionism has become a matter of theological conviction for Tim. Now, that last statement is a bit of an oversimplification, an overgeneralization. But it is nevertheless substantially true. Before you read this letter, you might have thought that Tim Rogers can scare us by using big words like "schizosaccharomycetaceae". Now you know that his patsies amount to nothing more than maladroit, pharisaical hatemongers riding on the back of a social fungus attacking the body politic.
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| "Re(5):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 15:30
ho-HO!
reading while eating yakisoba now. this could be dangerous.
there's a spider in here!!
so someone tell me, what do you know about words? where do your philosophies regarding them come from? do you ever stop to think about it?
i like the fried egg by my name. my goal is to never have anything else there, just that fried egg.
oh yeah, aderack -- i think you're being too optimistic about goku makaimura, just as you're being too pessimistic about gears of war in your OFFICIAL COLUMN on Next Gen! at least i'm not getting PAID to be mean about a videogame. and hell, i even WORK for sony!! if kutaragi got ahold of my complaints about the PSP being too oily-feeling and slippery, who KNOWS what would happen?
also, aderack, i thought you were the one who hated the PSP unconditionally, a while back? i remember terse replies to threads on that other forum, terse replies that insinuated you'd rather play a game gear.
the world is changing!! the wind is blowing! hold onto your prejudices! don't let them get away, because if they do, they'll come back different!!
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| "Re(9):Re(10):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 16:44:
Yeah, I'm still not very fond of the system itself. There are a couple of interesting games on it now, though. So. Nose, face, spite. Even if I hate to touch the thing or look at it, that's not really the fault of the games.
Really, there's nothing to complain about within that demo. The most I've heard is that it's unfairly difficult just for the sake of being hard (which it ain't, by a long stretch); that the controls are screwed-up (which they aren't, unless you're talking about that slight delay with the lance -- to the contrary, they're the most responsive in the series); and that the game's a "joke", which is a little unclear.
I mean. The enemies are imaginative. The level design is really good. The animation is great. The boss to at least that one level is really well-done. You respawn immediately when you die. There's a neat variety of weapons. Arthur controls very well, to the extent that I always knew it was my stupid fault when I got hit or died. The music's good. The backgrounds and atmosphere are creepy like what the earlier games only aspired toward. The game is unrelenting, though not unfairly so. All in all, it plays like how I always wished the earlier games did. Or like how I would have, if I'd thought about it more deeply.
And yet, for that matter, I don't see it simply catering to anyone. It's pretty much doing its own thing -- it's just that it has a better idea of what its thing is now than it did a decade ago.
Contrarily, there's plenty I could point at in Gears of War that annoys me and practically begs for me to dismiss the game. Most of all, that it's not really doing its own thing. Though I admit most of what I'm picking up is from a distance. Perhaps if I were to play it in depth I'd no longer think it was one of the most retarded things I've seen lately. For the moment, I'll just trust Cliffy B. to give me the impression he wants to give me. That impression is that he graduated from the Wachowski school of design.
I'm sure he'll do very well with that, until he's allowed to shoot himself in the foot and undo all the sham he's built up. Even then, at the rate the game industry's going now, I don't think anyone would really notice. To the contrary, this is just the kind of realm where you can coast along with snake oil for years and get away with it as long as you keep your Finger on the Pulse of the Gaming Generation.
Doesn't mean I need to acknowledge his sludge.
Frankly I feel insulted by things like this. Maybe I shouldn't. That's kind of beside the issue that I am, though. I feel insulted for the same reason that Brandon screams at TV ads.
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So. If you notice, I am being "less pessimistic" in my paid material.
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| Iggy 7271th Post
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| "Re(5):Re(10):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 20:07
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it certainly was, however, a frenchard who wrote in frenchy english and likened me to hitler for being so disgustingly heterosexual in my review of mario golf or -- hell, i don't even remember what game it was.
"Mario Golf" !?
"disgusingly heterosexual" !?!!!?????
Comparing to Hitler and not to Ru Paul ?
How could anyone think that was me ?
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i'm flame-baiting here, now; i'm just begging for you all to come back with a snappy reply about how i even write too much in a simple post like this.
Don't worry, I'm sure you didn't mean to.
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i have seen it. does that make you feel good about yourself . . . IGGY?!!?
Not really.
The thought I've spent the night with three gorgeous bisexual girls and what it makes me in the eyes of my straight male friends, on the other hand, makes me feel quite good about myself, thank you for asking.
Also, I put spaces wherever I want ; and my current third reading of Shalimar the Clown makes me very critical to anything written in english with the ambition of being well written.
ねんがんの ７０００をてにいれたぞ！
そう かんけいないね
=> 殺してでもうばいとる
ゆずってくれ たのむ！！
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| sabo10 1220th Post
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| "Re(1):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 22:34
I'm very sorry for making this thread. I really didn't want anyone's feelings to get hurt.
I love to read Insert Credit, and dream about maybe someday being able to play some of the fantastic, and exotic sounding games I see written about on there. The only time I have to read insert credit is after I get home from work. I have about 20 minutes before I have to go to the hospital to visit, and help take care of my grandmother.
It's just that, well, you see my modem is very old and slow, but it does try its best! I don't have very much time, and webpages can take a long time to load. I'd like to be able to at least read all of the summaries for the new stories every day, but when there is a very large block of text, and a picture of a goomba with a baseball bat, my old Rockwell 14.4 really starts to buckle, and I can't get everything to load before I have to bike on over to St. Helena's Intensive Care. I also can't leave the modem on to download while I'm out, because I have to pay by the minute, and I can't afford to do that.
I really didn't mean to offend Mr. Rogers. I do enjoy his writing from time to time, and tales of his escapades in the Orient never fail to bring a smile to my face. I hope that no one will take my humble request in the wrong way. Thank you.
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| Mosquiton 1702th Post
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| "Dear Sabo," , posted Sun 25 Sep 01:52:
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I'm very sorry for making this thread... It's just that, well, you see my modem is very old and slow, but it does try its best... my old Rockwell 14.4 really starts to buckle, and I can't get everything to load before I have to bike on over to St. Helena's Intensive Care. I also can't leave the modem on to download while I'm out, because I have to pay by the minute, and I can't afford to do that.
I'm very sorry to hear about your situation. With any luck, your grandmother won't be around much longer and you can use your paltry inheritance (or sell the fiddling cat bookmarks she willed you, or whatever) to upgrade to a 28.8!
You might also be interested to know that Brandon lists a contact email on his web page! Good luck getting rid of all those words you don't like so much!
Hah. What a waste of thread! I just noticed what polar opposites Hague and Rogers are, though. Oh internet, you so crazy.
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| ONSLAUGHT 3529th Post
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| "Good Bye cruel world..." , posted Fri 30 Sep 03:43
So yeah,I saw that Insertcredit thread about that Tim guy bitching and basically saying "mommy, why am I so hated? The world doesn't understand me, waaaa".
I didn't know who he was before this, I just heard stories about some shithead that loved to write like 10 paragraphs of his personal life when reviewing pacman and saying "Oh yes, this game is a postmodern attempt at a videogame" or something inane like that.
I've never read anything he's done (aside from that stupid Viewtiful Joe review, which I'm not so sure he wrote, and I don't want to check either). But now that I've seen him in action, I think he deserves all the hate he receives. Somebody told me he has a fanbase, maybe that's part of his problem...
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| ONSLAUGHT 3534th Post
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| "Re(4):Good Bye cruel world..." , posted Fri 30 Sep 06:33:
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I'm not sure where this has come from - quite a few people seem to think that either tim or I wrote a viewtiful joe review that was somehow distasteful - when neither of us have reviewed the game at all!
And anyway, why dislike tim if you don't even know him or his writing? I can't tell you what to do though.
As I said, I don't know who wrote that infamous Viewtiful Joe review, but it was definitly on Insert Credit, that I can assure.
And it's not that I disliked him, I've just been hearing stories about his writing from several people, and even though they were amusing, I never took the effort of finding out who this guy was, until now...
You see, trolling a forum you've never been at is not going to help a decaying reputation. You could say he was defending himself, but come on, registering on a forum just to say "Let it be known that I don't know who you are, so I win", came out as pompous and not well grounded in reality. Does he think he's some kind of well known internet superstar or something? I found that comment to be pathetic and hilarious at the same time.
I saw some guy mentioning me on your forum (in the aforementioned IC thread), but I'm not going to register just to bash him or something like that, in fact, even though I don't like IC at all, you're never going to see me in your forums trolling. I might troll here, but that's because I'm a regular.
Anyway, my point is, drama bombs can be funny, but not when they're carried into other forums. Let's keep our shit where it belongs.
By the way, you're not postmodern enough.
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"Re(6):Re(10):Dear Brandon..." , posted Fri 23 Sep 15:32:
and find that truly good cup of coffee.
"Re(6):Good Bye cruel world..." , posted Fri 30 Sep 06:56
"Dear Randon..." , posted Sat 1 Oct 08:38