OK, I promised some people I'd write a little more, so here it goes...

Trash Talking...

(This post was inspired by a Kotaku article and the comments after....)



Do you remember the good old arcade days? I remember wanting to go to Golf Land so bad, I'd walk 2.5 miles to get there. Hell, some of you even came with me on the pilgrimage! Before my DDR days, I'd enjoy the fighters... I loved putting my token up on the arcade "dashboard" and watching the match ups. Remember the good old SF2 days? I remember the "honorable" fights... No "cheap" throwing... If you do throw, let the other player do the same... If you beat the living crap out of your opponent, let them have the second round... Man, those were the days! However, there was always the trash talking. I was never good enough to trash talk, and I was a wimp, but check out this video...

Anyway, the real reason to my post is actually about trash talking, not arcade experiences (I'll tackle the dying arcade in another topic...). I mean, some of that trash actually requires some thought! (Who would associate a mango and the fricken NY Knicks with the color of a costume? And juggles to scoops/ICE CREAM?!?!?!)

I got into it with some online fool the other day in Team Fortress 2 about classes and skill... Without getting into it the gist was that I sucked because I picked a "worthless" character. So I proposed a point match (first person to get X amount of points). Instead, this tool proceeds to tell me to "STFU NOOB" and that I should go fuck myself... *sigh* I think I've heard this before... (Who says the letters STFU through a microphone???) I soundly beat his score, and he leaves the game...

The reason for this story is this: Trash talking has degenerated thanks to the internet. Being anonymous lets you talk without consequences. Unfortunately, most people that play online games (guys 16-30) have lost their ability to trash talk and go with the easy insults to a persons mom. I'm going to miss this humor when it's gone.

I mean, I need someone to match me when I serve up the piping hot beat-downs like IHOP. 24 Hours a day - except with no syrup.... 'Cause there ain't nothin' sweet over here!*

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*sigh*

* Blatantly stolen from Boondocks. So sue me. I'm not that witty.