After all these years, and growing up with Windows 3.1, I have seen an entire evolution of computers and software. Touch screens and large resolutions were a pipe dream just 15 years ago. Now it's the norm. Going from a Packard Bell (yes, before HP) that couldn't run 3D Ultra Mini...
Posted on Monday, September 11 @ 12:13:14 PST by Duke_Ferris
response to last week's Insult Contest
was overwhelming. It brought tears to our eyes for all sorts of reasons.
If it weren't for the fact that we are rubber and you're all glue, we
don't know what shape we'd be in.
We've included, for your
reading pleasure, a collection of the more, ahem, colorful insults.
We suggest washing with a strong disinfectant after allowing your eyes
to scan the following ramblings.
This is a contest after all,
and we had an excruciating time trying to pick a winner. But pick one
Congrats, Mr. Shamburger.
Your incredibly long rant, while quite possibly plagiarized, is nonetheless
an impressive diatribe. A PC game is on the way. You truly made us feel
terrible. Up yours!
I would just like to say that you gentlemen(women?) are
most pathetic group of half-witted, malodorous,
vermin-ridden, pile of rotted fecal matter that I have
ever had the misfortune to come in contact with on the
face of this planet. Your kind really sends the bile
gushing up my esophagus, you incestuous baboon fleas!
I CURSE the day that you nameless bastard sons(daughters?)
of a cabbage came up with the idiotic notion of putting
your silly so-called GAME REVOLUTION on the web. It reaks
like the downwind side of a sewage treatment plant in the
August heat. You people couldn't put together an online
magazine if it came already assembled, O masters of the
putrified, jungle rotted groin(those are the only words
that come close to describing your magazine). And...
and...you...you suck too! Yea...Now give me a playstation
2 or I shall TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME, you
wappers of other people's bottoms!
PS Actually, GR is awesome!
Subject: insult contest
Hi Guys (I think),
Your web site is a failed attempt at witty game reviews but is
really a bunch of immature adults who can't get a real job at
some other dot com start up. What's more, the reviewers make up
third grade names like G-Wok, or Dr. Moo. I assume that most of
you are Asian since after all, this is computer-related. I
especially like the clip-art icons that my little brother can
cut and paste on his notebook.
The reviews contain various smirks and referrals to pop culture.
I came to read about a game, not sit in on Margaret Cho's
rendition of Soul Calibur. Your attempts at humor are about as
successful as Louie Anderson at a Jenny Craig. I feel like I'm
reading Chris Rock meets Steve Case (AOL for you morons) and
their ugly love child is Janine Garafolo. I especially like the
Virtua Tennis review by Dr. Moo (Dr. Who?) where the corny play
on words made me want to beat my cat. That made me very upset
Finally after all that bantering, I hope your sorry little
clean up your act and do some real reviews like your competitors.
Subject: Ahhh... the intellect is flowing!
Allright. Here goes.
Egotistical, mal-nourished, always dies at that stupid first
goomba on Mario Brothers, swing-less, uncultured, says 'how did
you do THAT?!' when sees a braver, illiterate, monkey-faced,
Chionaki: Great Brother lovin, can't-hit-the-broadside-of-
broadside-with-a-laser-rifer aim, Game-boy Colorless,
nerfhearding, Wild Arms dissing, sucks-at-Sonic, got beat by
all the official mags (seperately), Coconut Monkey worshiping,
'What's Lag mean?' sayers, multi-tap using, Japanese
influenceless, doesn't read Tolkien, Cave/Milk man avatar
using, can't-write-a-review-for-Armored Core: MOA, Jaguar
playin', can't-pull-a-900, Lava-lampless, Sims droolin,
foppish sub-demihuman! Well, not really, I love you guys,
but perhaps this will give you idiots hope that you don't have
people besides those sorry, poo-head-calling Mondos that were
From: "Nightshade_01 aka Monkey Wrench" ([email protected])
Subject: Bite me!
I think this pitiful excuse for a gaming website fiercely sucks
flatulent monkey ass, and all its writers should be shot, stabbed,
maimed, hung, drawn, quartered, disemboweled, and THEN hurt.
If brains were cash, you people couldn't get enough together to
Your reviews are biased, short-sighted, asinine, idiotic, and above
all, STUPID. I have just realized that there probably isn't anyone
on the entire GR staff that has two brain cells to rub together to
figure out what I just said. So in case that is true, and you cretins
haven't got the intelligence God gave a rock (after all, you ARE
from California), then I'll sum it up for you, so as not to strain
what few brain cells you've got left.
The view of the road is much better when you don't
have your head up your ass.
At Last, The Winner!
From: "Josh Shamburger" ([email protected])
Subject: Ultimate Insult
A message to Game Revolution and anyone who has ever disagreed
with me about anything:
You swine. You vulgar little maggots. What is that tripe
you call your opinions? What is that scrofulous little tumor you
call a brain? Don't you know that you are pathetic?
You worthless bags of filth, you wads of pus. You're cankers.
Sores that won't go away. I would rather kiss a goat then be seen
with you. You are putrescent masses, walking vomit. You are spineless
little worms deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are
jerks, cads, weasels. Your lives are monuments to stupidity. You are
stenches, revulsions, big sucks on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you.
You are monsters, ogres. I barf at the very thought of you. You all
have the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile,
worthless, less than nothing.
You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I
mention, you smell? You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable.
You're grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. I have excreted better
things than you.
You are foul and disgusting.
You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. You are a
waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious.
I would rather bathe with Hitler than speak to you.
You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness,
a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. On
a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends to character. You have the
personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine
and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread
misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You are a fiend and a coward and you have bad breath. You are
degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing
you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would
There, I feel better now.