: How dare you go to a videogame convention when people are starving in Mississippi!
What's better than DragonCon wank? A whole hurricane of it!
eindrachen has a bone to pick with DragonCon, because the attendees are spending their time and money on something other than Red Cross donations in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Only he phrases it so much more eloquently:
I hope that anyone who won't manage to donate their precious DragonCon time and money to help the rest of us, well, you can go fuck yourself in your posh fucking hotel room.
Just know that every fucking hour you spend rolling God-damn dice or playing Roshambo with other assholes, the rest of us will be over here in fear that we can't drive, go earn a paycheck, and possibly put bread on the table, not just for ourselves, but for our loved ones, too.
And you can get all this garden-fresh bile for the low low price of one forfeited ticket to DragonCon.Because they totally give refunds three days before the Con.
But wait! There's more! Order now, and you also get:
Comment Bahleetion and The Ban Hammer!
Public Mockery!
Bahleetion Revival!
And your friendly neighborhood
h0_patrol offering an alternate forum in which people may voice their opinions without fear of being struck down by aforementioned Bahleetion or Ban Hammer.
Come. Rejoice. Or at least point and giggle. Because fandom just wouldn't be the same without 30-year-old fanboys pitching hissy fits about gamers.
ETA: There she blows again!
eindrachen comes back with a "clarification". Which, of course, is more wank, but with comments disabled this time.
I was told that my "idiocy" was being spread around the interweb. Well, considering the interweb is 99% full of moronic asshats anyway, I guess I'm unconcerned.
Eat up, kiddies!
What's better than DragonCon wank? A whole hurricane of it!
I hope that anyone who won't manage to donate their precious DragonCon time and money to help the rest of us, well, you can go fuck yourself in your posh fucking hotel room.
Just know that every fucking hour you spend rolling God-damn dice or playing Roshambo with other assholes, the rest of us will be over here in fear that we can't drive, go earn a paycheck, and possibly put bread on the table, not just for ourselves, but for our loved ones, too.
And you can get all this garden-fresh bile for the low low price of one forfeited ticket to DragonCon.
But wait! There's more! Order now, and you also get:
Comment Bahleetion and The Ban Hammer!
Public Mockery!
Bahleetion Revival!
And your friendly neighborhood
Come. Rejoice. Or at least point and giggle. Because fandom just wouldn't be the same without 30-year-old fanboys pitching hissy fits about gamers.
ETA: There she blows again!
I was told that my "idiocy" was being spread around the interweb. Well, considering the interweb is 99% full of moronic asshats anyway, I guess I'm unconcerned.
Eat up, kiddies!
Current Mood: *thud*