There's nothing I like more than kinky sex in dangeous situations, like fellatio in a lion's cage or bondage play with jars of scorpions and firecrackers.
Since that has nothing to do with this story though, let's assume I said "there's nothing I like more than two websites bitching at each other over trivial matters," which is exactly what's going on between cash-laden corporate games site IGN and publicly beloved web comic Penny Arcade.
This story gets a bit long and stupid, so please hit the jump unless you have something better to do like masturbating or breathing in.
The story so far:
Do you remember Assassin's Creed? It was a game that came out a few weeks back (approximately four years ago Internet Standard Time) that was met with a firestorm of conflicting reviews. Some people loved it, some people hated it, most of you focused unnecessarily on its producer's breasts, and the only thing people could eventually agree on is that it did, in fact, exist. Penny Arcade, a site known for applying metric ass loads of verbalization to the virtual page, went on at great length about how it was an amazing experience, how it folded their laundry and how they even got to second base with the game after a night drinking Coronas and watch Breakfast at Tiffany's.
In a then-unrelated move, IGN reviewed the title and gave it a stunningly low "7.7" -- the mainstream-site equivalent of some kind of fictional negative number that's been divided by zero merely to show how much disdain the reviewer had for the title. By comparison our own Rev Anthony gave the game a "5.5" -- the Destructoid equivalent of a flashing neon "12" covered in porno and glitter.
Since Rev escaped the view of PA's Gabe by virtue of his ability to blend into his surroundings like some kind of frightened lizard, Gabe instead bitched about mainstream sites like IGN by twice slinging verbal hot-fire that could very easily be construed as meaning that IGN takes bribes and/or eats children. Here at Destructoid we take our jobs as purveyors of truth very seriously so while we cannot claim IGN has ever taken a bribe, I've personally seen certain IGN staffers kick the homeless and menstruate on crucifixes.
Here's where things get interesting: in IGN's recent podcast one of IGN's resident residents waxes bitchcakes about Gabe's words on Assassin's Creed. Gabe, in turn, responds the only way he knows how: huge blocks of text. Have a look:
And that brings us to the present where Gabe's compatriot Tycho (nom de reality: Jerry Holkins) goes on at his own great length defending his hetero-life-partner for his stinging barbs aimed at IGN.
Of course, this entire conflict is as idiotic as that episode of Friends where David Schwimmer's character Ross appeared in front of the camera, but I have to hand it to the PA guys for their clever tactics here. They know full well that public opinion is the most important currency on the Internet and owing to their massive following and the fact that this scuffle paints them as the independent David vs the Goliath of corporate mega-site IGN they simply can't lose, regardless of how retardedly petty this entire thing is.
What ever happened to the days when two men would go out into the street, brawl a bit, one would get stabbed and die and the other would inherit his flock of sheep and his wife? Personally I'd pay good money to see any Internet personality in a knife fight, but Niero has forbade me from setting up inter-website death matches regardless of how completely positive I am that I could shank Spencer Yip before he ever saw me coming.
I'm like the motherfu*%in' wind!