This is support of Jim’s The joy of being a videogame reviewer.

I’m a Veggiesaurus. I haven’t eaten meat for, coming up two years now? A lot of my friends aren’t even aware of my flesh aversion. Out of some crazy misguided logic, I’ve chosen never to preach to others about my decision. I don’t give a passenger ship what you eat, as long as you’re happy eating it. I’d appreciate it if others would do the same for me.

Instead, I constantly find myself under the spotlight. Regularly having to defend my actions and explain myself to half strangers who learn my dark secret. I’m not PETA and I’m not that douche bag handing out leaflets of tortured animals on the street, in order to shock you into submission. I’m just grown man stood in a bar ordering his dindins, praying the words “Quorn burger” are out of earshot of the other patrons. I’m not hurting anybody. Opinions are subjective, not fact. Why the high heel should I be ashamed to have one that differs from yours?



Destructoid is another herbivore in a carnivore’s world, and I love them for it. You can always trust the staff to speak their mind and be honest with you. They aren’t afraid to stray from the herd and say something some may consider controversial. Not for the hits, or the always interesting hate mail, but because their readers respect them for speaking their minds. Let me rephrase that: because their readers should respect them for speaking their minds.
This industry, like any other is hungry for our money. We live in an almost Dickensian state, where every publisher plays the role of the Artful Dodger keen to nick those copper pennies of ours. The video game magazines, journalists and writers play the active role of the policeman. They help us spot the wrong’uns. I’ve seen enough cop dramas to understand that not every guy on the force has a clean sheet, but I believe Destructoid’s motives are honorable. They’re the good guys.



The angry Mob is crying out for Jim Sterling to be lynched yet again. Rumor has it, he wasn’t the biggest fan of Final Fantasy XIII.

“Boo! Hiss! He’s attention seeking!” - they cry.
“I’m never coming here again.” – they saunter.
“He’s behind you!” I yell back.

He didn’t call you names, he didn’t sleep with your mother and he didn’t raid your cupboards. He reviewed a video game. He gave you his opinion. He played a game and did not like it. It’s called free will sweet heart.
Free will works both ways of course, but when you start berating a man over a video game review, you’ve got your priorities all wrong. Getting personal, calling his weight into question and sending him abusive private messages is not only rude and insensitive, it’s bullying. What an ugly bitter human being you are.

If you’re insecure enough to get your panties in a right twist because someone on the Internet disagreed with you, you’re on the wrong site son. What you’re looking for is a willing salesperson. Someone to convince you any old rubbish is worth your time and money. Would you be interested in our insurance package or any of these wonderful accessories sir? Dtoid is not a Cheshire cat. If shit is bad, they’ll tell you it’s bad. They won’t sugar coat it and warm it up for you.

If you disagree, that’s fine. Please just be an adult about it or make your responses entertaining please. There’s enough negativity in the world without you pooping on your own doorstep. This barrage of hate is proving tiresome. None of the writers, least of all Jim, are masochists. If they are, I’m surprised they get anything done. You’re feeding they’re supposed habit.



I’ve grown rather fond of this site over the years and it saddens me no end to see the comments regularly become a battlefield. Video games are supposed to be fun right? Stop taking them and yourselves so seriously. Continue to sit on your side of the fence and allow him the choice to sit on the other. You eat the sausage meat and he’ll continue to eat the lady salad. There’s no reason to drag him screaming over to your side. That just leaves less for you. Stop attacking the writers for being themselves. You’re strangling the site and stifling its creativity.



I’m sure this will drown under a large number of more worthy c-blogs, but thanks for taking the time out and reading my faceless ramblings. You don’t make friends with salad apparently.

Happy belated Birthday Destructoid! Stay proud of who you are. I don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you. x