Mr. Garriot, I would like to introduce you to Gallagher, another has-been who's only noteworthy when he's trashing other, more superior people in his industry.

I'm actually very glad now that G4's finally tanking. It will hopefully make way for something better to take it's place. Maybe not now, or even in the near future, but someday.

Try writing to him about it.

"The desire to be a good person and the desire to see someone, anyone else dead, cannot live side by side."

I would like to see some of the most ridiculous requests ever.

I've been on that road for years.

I'm not gonna lie, EA made some honest attempts to widen their offerings. "Shadows of the Damned" being one of my favorite off-kilter titles they published this generation.

I like playing "gas chamber" in crowded elevators.

So....you answer Charlie Sheen's call to smear shit on your school by plunging a knife into a tree on his ex-wife's property in full view of his kids.

I'm glad this happened...not because of EA, they genuinely seemed to make an effort to expand their gaming offerings beyond sports titles lately, but because it exposes the absolute ridiculousness of always-online requirements.

Care to shed some light on how you got into this awesome world of presenting for tech and game-related culture?

As someone who grew up in Rockford, the "people who call the shots" aren't exactly working at full mental capacity at any given time, given the perceptively racist jerseys and whatnot. I'm willing to bet the players had their own reservations about them.

Fox News makes a game out of out-awful-ing everyone all the time.

This is pretty typical.

I didn't watch the videos, because I haven't played the game yet and would like to not have it ruined for me.

Yeah, that's not really a cool thing to do. I can understand picking up parts for a keepsake or something, but if you're being haunted by shit, you give that shit away, or better yet put it back where you found it.

It's strange how looking at an old photograph of yourself can be kind of surreal.

Well, if it fits I sits. A keyboard certainly can fit a cat.

<—- has no words, just an eye-roll with a disappointed look on his face.

Thanks, guys. Now I have to go scrape parts of my head off the wall from where it exploded from the sheer, absolute stupidity of this. Or was it some deranged gamer who was trying to steal my points in a kill game?