McGriddles, anyone?
When is it not?
And the proper term is McReviews.
Thats my personal high point, but really, with so many to choose from… :)
Is this a bad thing?
Duh! The internet is for:
*bashing things
*complaining
*complaining about complaining and bashing things.
and porn.
IGN’s Halo PC Strategy Guide is all kinds of fucked up. I mean, what the fuck is up with the links? Page 1 precedes page 3, which precedes…page 17?? Campaign link causes 404 error.
Can’t those fucking idiots do anything right?
IGN DS was pretty hard on the DS games that came out last week. So much for inflated scores, at least in this instance. I h8 them now.
And don’t forget those super inflated Halo 2 reviews :).
Craig Harris is a notoriously low rater.
Most of the reviews I see at IGN seem to match up pretty closely with the other press reviews. Actually, I notice more extravagently low review scores than “too high” ones. And then I remember that I don’t base my purchases on the reviews from a single publication. :)
Everything links up correctly regardless. Relax, dude. And the Campaign link doesn’t give a 404, although it might have when the guide was first published.
But seriously, what’s with all the IGN hate lately? It’s almost become cliche.
The campaign link on the bottom of this page does.
I don’t hate IGN- that is far too strong a word to apply to a site that reviews video games. I do think, though, that they are guilty of over hyping on the one hand, and grade inflation on the other. Combine that with copious doses of purple prose, not to mention pretty serious spelling errors.
As far as hatred becoming a cliche goes, well, correct me if I’m wrong, but that says to me that you believe that disliking IGN has become more about factionalism and internet “street cred” than any actual, substantive reasoning on the part of the hatas. Au contraire. I have actual reasons for feeling the way I do, and would be perfectly willing to substantiate them with concrete examples if necessary.
As soon as the reasons vanish, my dislike goes with them. A simple example of this would be 1up.com . I was utterly unimpressed with them at first, but I have been liking them quite a bit more lately. Sure, they’ve done some stupid stuff, like their Everyone Loves Katamari review, but they have done some great stuff too, like the recent Team NINJA feature.
I bear no real animus toward the site. I am a hard-core gamer. Like it or not, IGN seems to represent a major face of gaming today. I may joke about past blunders on their part, but I really do wish them well- I want them to get better, not to go away.
I agree, 1up has been getting better and better.
I’m somewhat obligated to admit that my username was directly inspired by the whole IGN McGriddle thing. Unicorns are delicate, magical creatures which can never exist in the real world, but can be imagined – rather like a lot of things you’ll only see in movies, read about in novels, or deal with in games. But THESE unicorns have been made into McGriddles!
I’m a cynical, bitter loser, but I still approach games and other forms of escapism with the innocent fervor of a fanboy. I may dislike particular games – and more often, I may feel that games fall short of the greatness they could have had – but on the whole I fucking like computer games the way only someone who doesn’t have the option to like sex instead can. (It’s no coincidence that fanboys and losers have a lot of overlap.)
And they say McGriddles are tasty enough, and there are reliable reports that unicorns don’t really exist, but though hype ought to get me pumped up, reading previews can’t really give me the high anymore. I’ve played a lot of games and my opinion-forming process has shifted its center of gravity to someplace closer to actually playing games. And though I used to ANTICIPATE games with a twitching fury of excitement, in these latter years I return to that state of mind only when I’ve got my hands on a truly great game.
There are more than zero of those, in this year or any. But a hell of a lot of shit games come out, and they get previews and reviews and sales just the same, and even worse are the games with good production values that are mediocre or good, but not great. The opportunity cost of the creation and purchase of these games is staggering, even before you consider the ongoing effect of their past profitability on the future’s projects.
What the hell, though. Those games will hold your interest for a while, right? I mean, it’s okay to play good games most of the time, mediocre games once in a while, and the occasional great game that happens to land in your lap, right? A good game is still, uh, fun… maybe not fountain-of-adrenaline-in-my-chest, forget-meals-for-24-hours, sleep-optional fun, but I’ll still play it, right?
But if I stop chasing unicorns – however qualified I may be to catch one – and sit down to a tasty McGriddle at IGN, I don’t know if I could keep myself from remembering what they killed to get what that patty’s made of.
BAM! I just made a big whiny emotional post about gay-ass shit like unicorns and following your dreams, threw in some confused hippie talk about how corporations are ruining my hobbies, honked the old “previews are bullshit hype” clown-horn, snuck in some “games were better back in the day”-type rhetoric while sneakily avoiding that actual position, drive-by bashed IGN, unnecessarily deconstructed my username, and then ended the WHOLE THING with a goddamn preposition.
Damn, wait. Shit. I screwed that up. Well let’s try Plan B and end it on some cheesy fucking lyrics that could just as easily grace the neighbor kid’s gothy LiveJournal:
Rabid child stays at home, talks on a CB
Truckers pass calling out their handles to the kid
Chess Piece Face and The Big Duluth call her every day
“Hammer down” and “rabbit ears” are the only words they knowHammer down
Hammer down, rabbit ears
Hammer down, rabbit ears
Hammer down, rabbit ears, hammer downIf you pass the rabid child say “hammer down” for me
Aw hell. That didn’t work so well either. I must not listen to the right kind of music. I think I’ll just stand here looking really shifty for a moment, then abruptly turn and run like buggery into the middle distance, where I will hide behind a small tussock and pretend it’s not completely obvious where I am.
Are you…like… The Narrators’ retard cousin coming for a visit? :wink:
It’s not really a visit… I’ve always been here. It seems like forever. Locked in the attic. Lurking. I am the Boo Radley of Quarter to Three, and last month Tom handed me a shiny pair of scissors.
No relation to the Narrator… THAT I KNOW OF.
I always thought it was “Rabbit Child” not “Rabid Child”.