Ra Ra Gamestop is EVIL! Die Burn crap ur pants and set it on fire. I get it, okay.
Still, I read the latest Game Informer magazine that showed up in my mailbox today, and my point is, that reading it not only caused physical pain and discomfort, but it was thoroughly without any redeeming value or content. I get why, I'm not stupid, its because it a corporate mag, not a gaming mag (not that those exist anymore).
But, I just can't get over how anyone could live with themselves having the job of writing and/or editing articles for what is essentially a giant steaming fetid pile of unwanted and valueless crap. I've worked shit jobs, you name it, I've worked it. I've worked for hostile and corrupt companies that even as they filed bankruptcy or were destroyed by lawsuits failed to pay me for even one day of work.
But these writers and editors. They have to know...right? They have to know that nothing they do is valued by anyone, that every story they write is completely pointless, and that they live every day walking the fine line between madness and despair. With one foot in the psych ward and the other toe on the shotgun, can you imagine a more pitiable person?
Still, I read the latest Game Informer magazine that showed up in my mailbox today, and my point is, that reading it not only caused physical pain and discomfort, but it was thoroughly without any redeeming value or content. I get why, I'm not stupid, its because it a corporate mag, not a gaming mag (not that those exist anymore).
But, I just can't get over how anyone could live with themselves having the job of writing and/or editing articles for what is essentially a giant steaming fetid pile of unwanted and valueless crap. I've worked shit jobs, you name it, I've worked it. I've worked for hostile and corrupt companies that even as they filed bankruptcy or were destroyed by lawsuits failed to pay me for even one day of work.
But these writers and editors. They have to know...right? They have to know that nothing they do is valued by anyone, that every story they write is completely pointless, and that they live every day walking the fine line between madness and despair. With one foot in the psych ward and the other toe on the shotgun, can you imagine a more pitiable person?