I can't tell if you're LARPing as Bob or actually retarded.
Probably both tbh.
I mean this thread casually oozes into Jewposting and Catholicspergery despite how rarely Bob even brings up he's a lapsed Catholic who in reality worships Bing Bing Wahoo and who believes he can think reality into what he wants.
So because I honestly am not seeing a single damn thing worth talking about from Bob or Chris in the dump of twitter tardings lately, here's Bob talking about his Calling in his manifesto:
In 2008 I was spending a lot of time online, re-engaged with a gaming community that in many ways not only didn’t resemble the one I recalled but seemed openly hostile to it – a mirror-image that hated its own original subject.
Bob goes back to random gaming sites during this time and has a mild autistic fit that the culture changed drastically.
Ignore that several years passed since he went to AOL to sperg about Mario and how the Matrioshka Brain the Democrats will totally make will allow him to Bing Bing Wahoo forever. Ignore that those years mean a new generation of kids, teens, and young adults are on the sites. Ignore that they grew up on different games that you never played. Hell, ignore you don't even game and instead watch your brother and sister do it.
Game sites changed and Bob is mad.
The feeling of inclusiveness that I remembered (perhaps in rose-colored exaggeration), born from gaming culture and nerd culture having originated as one and the same and thus sympathetic to misfits and the socially-oppressed, had been replaced by a culture of bullying: a crude, cruel horde dedicated to shunning not only the “old” iconography of gaming but any attempt to build a “new” one beyond the borders of the Online Multiplayer Military Shooter culture that had come to dominate.
And here's the meat of why I legit believe that Bob got trolled on IGN by teenagers who could smell the autistic psychotic entitlement he emits at all times.
Bob is angry that his poorly thought out impulsive tard ramblings were mocked for what they were: word salad made by a retard. He is angry that he wasn't accepted for watching others play while pretending he knows what he talks about. He is mad that they probably said "fuck off faggot" when he barged into random threads to talk and white knight Nintendo shit.
I legit think the nucleus of his assache was there was probably a thread on the Wii, and the kids going "wow dude, the wii's kinda gay. Fucking remote controller looks stupid". And Bob, being the short tempered mentally ill retard who worships Bing Bing Wahoo and believes it saved him like Christ saves the theological spergs in this thread, chimped out. I fully believe he left long rambling posts, filled with dashlines and parentheses, defending milady Nintendo, and they called him what he was: a faggot.
This is why he got the big mad at gaming; some teenage boys called him, the fully grown man, a faggot.
Whereas I’d recalled a culture that flaunted its own pseudo-multiculturalism given the sheer volume of the medium that came from the “alien” culture of Japan, I now found a rabidly xenophobic culture that would not only happily purge the “weird” Eastern influences of the past but also resisted the injection of any perspective that didn’t align with that of a white/heterosexual/middle-class/male.
This little bit of word salad is actually just Bob ex post facto applying his [current year] attempts to simp for feminist pussy on these kids who mocked him. He also shows his absolutist style nonlogic here.
Basically, what he is the people who mock him must not be. A cannot be B and vice versa. Since he's a faggot who worships Nintendo and thought you could go to the Mushroom Kingdom until he was 15, they must hate Nintendo.
Therefore, these kids, who probably though that motion controls would suck given the time period this happened, must hate Nintendo and all of Japan.
Ignoring that Sony is Japanese. But then Bob probably thinks they're American or the Devil given what the Playstation did to his biggest psychological Pin.
I was told – in feverish, excited terms – that gaming had “matured,” but from my perspective it had merely aged… and even then only into adolescence.
Bob trying to pretend he isn't a mental child and emotional baby by strawmanning the teenagers who called his white knight attempts 'gay'.
The childlike (and, yes, occasionally child-ish) innocence of gamer culture I remembered had morphed into the persona of an ignorant, hormone-fueled, id-driven teenage boy: violently resentful of women, fiercely protective of privilege, eager to prove machismo, and utterly contemptible.
Bob's been projecting his faults on others since 2008 for those wondering.
Of course, this culture despised the Wii – representing as it did a fusion of all that they sought not to be: a group activity where they cultivated detachment, colorful and exuberant where they prized darkness and edginess, and inherently foreign (it was easily the most proudly Japanese-feeling trend American Families had happily adopted since the Suburban Koi Pond) where they’d come to worship the digital-age version of “American Muscle.”
This retard of course ignores the PS2/PS3 crowd, which is quite Japanese. He also of course ignores that multiplayer shooters actually are just as much a source of bonding as Bing Bing Wahoo Party Edition.
Those inconvenience his narrative and adds nuance, which he hates given the most complex thing he can follow are Strategy Guides.
I ended up dumping my frustrations with what the medium and it’s “public face” had become – crystallized by the reveal that the lead of the rebooting “Bionic Commando” franchise was to be transformed into yet another scowling, stubble-bearded lunk of a “Wolverine” knockoff – into a YouTube video about the declining standard of character design in games. I wound up titling it “Game OverThinker: Episode 1 – ‘A Matter of Character’”
Bob shows he completely missed why Game OverEater worked with this. He is so retarded that he ignored that pretty much no one though the Bionic Commando remake would be good and that gritty reboots often got made fun of during that time unless some basic competence existed.
So anyways Bob goes on about how he did these Game OverEater episodes, shows how obsolete he is by calling YT "the Tubes" and pretends he didn't want to become famous.
but never did I entertain any serious thoughts of becoming “The Next Angry Nerd” or “The Next Yahtzee Croshaw” (“boy, that’d be cool though, huh?” thoughts, on the other hand, were of course common), though I did fire off a “hey, look at this!” link to the original to ScrewAttack.com – the Texas-based site that had famously discovered Rolfe’s AVGN series.
Bob is so goddamn stupid he pretends he never expected to become famous, which he then disproves a sentence later. It also ignores that he really wanted to become a director and gain fame and clout there.
In short, Bob is trying to hide ego here.
So Bob really goes on and on about how he exploded in popularity, first referencing the now dead as fuck ScrewAttack, his dead as fuck Game OverEater series which ended like two years after this book, and then this:
Out of the blue, I got an email from EscapistMagazine.com, the games journalism outfit that had discovered “Zero Punctuation.” They’d seen my stuff on YouTube (I’d started posting movie reviews as well, just for fun) and wanted me to join the team. At first, I thought they’d be looking to pick up “Game OverThinker,” but it turned out they were actually looking to expand their horizons.
They wanted a film critic. Holy shit.
So here's Bob nearly creaming his pants over what he probably thinks will make him the next Leonard Maltin. Sorry Lenny, but you aren't dead at the moment and I'm not going to disrespect them with that comparison.
In the exact same time period, ScrewAttack offered me the chance to enter “OverThinker” in an audience-voting competition to become an official part of that site. (I won, and the partnership endures to this day.)
Not anymore it does faggot.
Both of these developments could not have come at a better time: in my “real” work life, I’d finally surrendered to take on a soul-sucking data entry job. (Grim irony: my assignment was to process the employee-termination paperwork of various large corporations.) That job didn’t last – I was fired for, frankly, not being very good at it – and I segued off into another part-time retail job, working the cappuccino counter at a Borders Books. But now… now I had a real career to build on the side and hopefully jump off onto full-time.
So basically Bob's actual film career never took off. Not that surprising given he seemed fucking incapable of managing a project given he's never tried to make a film series seriously beyond a few failed ones with his brother.
With that in mind, and dreading working with the *ugh* Normals, Bob runs away to become the e-celebrity no one really watches no more.
Bob Chipman (“MovieBob”): Film Critic and Video Game Culture-Commentator. ScrewAttack even flew me down to Texas to speak at their big convention, along with web superstars like James “AVGN” Rolfe, Noah “Spoony” Antwiler, and Brentalfloss. Was this really happening?
And here's the last segment showing how absolutely dated his manifesto is, and proof he peaked as an E-celeb during this period.
Anyways, the next section's on Mario and Sonic making up, so fuck that for now. I'll do more whenever.
